Halfa Legacy

The Black.

Illustrious Insanity

He didn't want to fuck me.

He got scared.

"What if your husband finds out?"

"What if my husband already knows?"

The fear in his eyes was too precious, but in the end too much of a driving factor to progress.

"You're fucking insane," he told me as he pushed my forehead away from his cock.

And as his bony, white ass threw his shirt back on, I sat on my knees with my mouth agate thinking of the effort put into him.

Fuck it. I'll just bake a cake.