I stretched across the console of our own SUV and wrapped my red nails around Darnell’s thick black cock, tasting him while my husband sat silent in the back seat like the loser he was. He’d made that stupid bet on the court because I was watching and his pride couldn’t handle losing in front of me. Now Darnell’s hand was fisted in my hair, gold hoops swinging as he pushed me down and I let him. My white top rode up and my ass in these tiny pink panties pointed right at the window, where anyone walking by could see what was happening.
I moaned around that fat dick, eyes closed, taking him deeper on purpose. “That’s it, Lisa. Let him hear how much you love it.” Shame should’ve stopped me. Instead it made my gush fuck honey into the little panties. I slobbered louder, wet filthy sounds filling the cab while I thought about my husband watching his wife become this for the man who beat him. This was our car. Our marriage. And I was on my knees for Darnell anyway, sucking like I needed it more than I needed to be good. I didn’t stop. I didn’t even look back. I just kept going, knowing he was hard and broken behind me and that only made me wetter.
I moaned around that fat dick, eyes closed, taking him deeper on purpose. “That’s it, Lisa. Let him hear how much you love it.” Shame should’ve stopped me. Instead it made my gush fuck honey into the little panties. I slobbered louder, wet filthy sounds filling the cab while I thought about my husband watching his wife become this for the man who beat him. This was our car. Our marriage. And I was on my knees for Darnell anyway, sucking like I needed it more than I needed to be good. I didn’t stop. I didn’t even look back. I just kept going, knowing he was hard and broken behind me and that only made me wetter.
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