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SMUSH QUICKIE: Before Work

Part One

My husband has to be ready for work in a couple of hours after fucking last night. I know for a fact that he loves to get his dick sucked. That’s why I’m doing it first thing in the A.M.

He tells me how much he appreciates me while shoving my head down the shaft of his dick. His grip is tight as fuck on my fro. Nigga already knows how I like to be treated.

He bitch slaps me then orders me to slurp his sack. The scent of his balls wakes up my erection. I spit on them shits before massaging those orbs. They’re shiny black and hung just like his big dick.

He orders me to lend him some sugar so I do. I kiss him, then plant my ass on top of his erection. Oooh, I feel it impaling me so deeply. It’s pressing my prostate like my shit is a button.

My husband loves it when I heavily cream. A leaky boy-pussy makes a very hard penis. I’m slamming down my bootyhole, notarizing istanbul travesti his crotch. I request for his sexy-ass to lay me on my back.

He flips me over, and now he’s on top of me, thrusting in between my thighs and loving the shit. Daddy is the king of this motherfucking castle and the sole breadwinner for this blessed household.

He’s stroking my boy-pussy, reminding me who’s boss. He deserves to get up in this ass every time. My toes are curling up as I feel him charging inside. My nails claw down his broad sweaty back.

Thank God we still got a clip from last night. Smoke that shit after we get our nut. Daddy has to leave soon to make those ducats, and I’ll be tending to my household duties.

Part Two

I remember the first time I laid eyes on this nigga. I knew I had to train him to be a proper househusband. He wasn’t necessarily the cook and clean type. He was more of the “My place or yours tonight?” type.

He felt my foot long and caught feelings for a nigga. One hit of that istanbul travestileri pussy had me coming back for more. Ten years ago. How time flies when niggas are having fun being in love.

His bootyhole clamps onto my dick like jumper cables. I feel the vibrations from his trembling body. That’s what happens when I touch down on that G-spot. It gives me the strength to make it through another workday.

I give a few hickies because I paid for that privilege. That wedding ring he’s sporting wasn’t from a pawnshop. He pins his limbs back and says to go deep. I slow-stroke that dick while slowly stroking him.

I tell him I’d love to see him play with his nipples. They’re cutely erect like his penis in my hand. He fondles himself and mouths that I’m the best. I tell him to recite that shit once more.

He gives me those toes and begs me to suck them. I gently lick them and tell him to beg harder. He says pretty please and I kiss his pinky toe. I tell him he didn’t beg hard enough, and he promises to give me travesti istanbul more ass later on.

I lick his soles and then spit on his toes and suck on them shits until my tongue goes numb. I speed things up and pound that ass. He says he’s ready for his protein shake. I tell him to be patient that I’m whipping one up. He says no rush to take as long I can.

I’m dousing my dick in that waxed bootyhole. Warm sensations envelop my shaft. I kiss those lips as I’m approaching climax, then make my announcement. I’M ABOUT TO NUT!!!

I blast a cannonball of cum in his guts, keeping my househusband barefoot and pregnant. I pull out and tell him to push out my nut. He squirts out my semen then smears it on his anus.

Now it’s his turn to bust one for daddy. I lick that glazed boy-pussy while he jacks off. I taste myself and I’m quite delicious. He loudly moans and then cries out a warning.

Next thing I know that nut goes flying. Nigga accidentally gives himself a facial. He utilizes it as some type of beauty regimen. I’m used to him donning a cum-stain masque.

I kiss him one last time before going off to shower. Eventually, he joins me. I welcome him in. We lather one another and hold each other close. I ended up running late hitting that again.

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