I love cheating on my sugar Daddy. I’m such a good bratty whore for my sugar daddy, but sometimes I need a big black cock to plow me stupid. Putting it lightly I am very good at lying, so Daddy never ever suspects a thing. Making sure to go a couple of days before letting Daddy fuck me just so I make sure he doesn’t feel how lose my pussy is. It’s been far too long and Daddy just so happens to be out of town this weekend, so I’m going to treat myself. After his help left, meaning the yard crew and the house maids, I decided to have his chef make me a little snack before sending him on his way as well.
This whole time there has been a black man waiting outside in the bushes. I told him when he was allowed to come in, only after seeing the certain number of people leave. I met him at the mall and we hit it off immediately, feeling on the front of his jeans as we hung out told me all I needed to know. He had a huge BBC and I couldn’t wait to have it down my throat. Practically rushing everyone out the door but asking for the snack to not seem to obvious. My snack was only barely touched when the back door opened and my new friend came in.
Pushing my food to the side, as it’s an after thought now. All I could think of was the black man walking towards me, my own hands already ripping my clothes off before he even has the chance. Him doing the same, by the time are hands felt skin we were both naked and ready. His BBC standing at attention waiting for me, and I wasted no time. Daddy would never know his pillow is what’s holding up my hips, giving that big black cock the perfect angle to reach balls deep.