She quickly had him hard. He was thicker and longer than me.Anita straddled him; so she could control the angle of penetration.Very slowly, my sensual... babe started to slide the black cock into her wet pussy. I sat there amazed as my wife worked the whole of that huge rod deep into herself. She finally sat all the way down on it and moaned loudly.I could see Anita was ecstasy, as she began to move up and down, riding that huge monster black cock for all she was worth. After a while of hard. But it reins in my urges. This undertaking has been too long in the making for me to ruin it by acting on impulses. Instead, I watch and I wait.Waiting for things, decidedly, is not my strong suit. But I am the Michael-fucking-Angelo of destroying things. She will be my greatest work of art.When I bring her down, it will be on my terms, with my plan, and utterly to my benefit. Some people call that egotistical.I call it fucking poetic.Her entire existence is built on the ruin of others. The. I had his collar around my neck now - something about that made me feel even more in his power, and even more turned on. And he was right - my bad girl womb craved his semen. I longed for him to spurt his cum into my cervix, but I had to keep those desires at bay. It looked like now I had no choice.He didn't waste time, sliding right into me. He pushed in all the way, right up to the cervical funnel."You are so wet, I knew you wanted this." Please.... stop. Pull out. Please don't do this.", I. She said honey you come in the bed room and let me take care of you. In the bed room she sat on the side of the bed and ask me to remove my pants. She dropped the house dress straps and pulled below those swinging breast. I had one in each hand while she sucked my cock. The best feeling I had in my life so far. Then she laid back on the bed and spread her legs. It was shaved bald and reminded me of the pussy I saw on a calf. It was so long and lips were huge. She had a bulge at the top of it..