Do Anything

Kathy screamed out in pleasure as the thick, ebony, shaft thrust into her again and again and again. It felt so fucking good to just let this muscular, black, man pound her pussy, and he just didn’t stop.

She wasn’t proud of herself. A cheap hookup with a guy she barely knew, certainly not something she’d tell her friends about. But, she’d let him fuck her that first day when he’d arrived to work on remodeling her kitchen. And the next day. And the next.

The muscles showing under his overalls, that dark, chocolatey skin that made her itch to just run her hands over him, all he’d really had to do is look and her panties were soaked. She’d stopped wearing panties after that.

In her bed. Over the sofa. On the new kitchen island. Pressed up against the window with her tits out where the neighbors might see. She couldn’t say no. He made her cum, and cum and cum.

Her husband wondered why the refurbishment was taking so long, but it was easy to make up excuses about unavailable materials or how she had changed her mind about something. And when it was done? Well, there was always the bathroom.