Bill’s Wife Starts to Want Black Cock
Kayla’s fingers froze over the keyboard as she stared at the screen, her mouth agape. She’d been looking for her husband’s tax documents, not the sprawling grid of porn thumbnails that now stared back at her. Her eyebrows knitted in disgust, but her eyes couldn’t help but roam. She’d never seen anything like it—row after row of massive black cocks, thick and veiny, stretching across her husband’s screen. She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she clicked on one, then another, her disgust morphing into something far more primal. Kayla shivered, her nips hardening under her conservative blouse. She’d driven past the seedy part of town every day on her way to work, always keeping her eyes forward, never acknowledging the adult bookstores and strip clubs that lined the streets. But now, her eyes lingered, …