Sarah Vandella

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Mr. Vandella hasn't been “cutting the mustard” as of late and professional help was in order. I dragged my -for-nothing down so that Dr. Jack Napier could offer his service since my hubby was lacking in the bedroom. I made sure to wear my skankiest outfit to off my cleavage as I verbally tore into the limp white meat I married. Dr. Napier's radical remedy of me become his slave was the only cure. Mr.Vandella sat like a dummy while I gagged and spat on the black behemoth that was in between the good doctor's legs. My eyes lit up like a shooting star with each inch of black that I successfully stuffed down my esophagus. I thought our session would end there,but my aching loins needed a second opinion. My was getting excellent pointers while Dr. Napier's throbbing went balls deep on a normally neglected white pussy. My tits shook all over the doctor's office while I got by a black that truly knew how to treat a white . The entire fiasco wasn't without a verbal assault on my hubby's eardrums as I constantly reminded him that his shortcomings made him less than a man. My new took notice as my airtight pussy's seal was broken by a ,black and Mr.Vandella's eyes locked in on this interracial sex rendezvous. My entire couldn't stop shaking from the orgasms Jack's black was inflicting and my , little toes were soon covered with his ghetto slop. I well couldn't put my designer shoes back on those cum-drenched feet! I had the white loser clean up my ten little piggies.

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