My wife, Anna, looks at me, her blue eyes burning. “Drain me,” she whispers. I nod, heart pounding as the front door opens.

He steps in—tall, ripped, dark as night. His name is Dante. His bulge is a thick python, straining his jeans.

Anna drops her robe. Her skin is pale silk, nipples hard. She crawls to him on her knees, cupping his massive cock. “Fill me,” she moans.

Dante growls, sliding off his pants. His dick stands at a full nine inches, thick and dark, with a heavy purple tip. The veins pulse like ropes.

He lays her on the bed, spreading her white legs. Her cunt glistens, shaved pink and ready.

“You want this?” he asks.

“Please, breed me,” she begs.

He nudges his big, oily head against her hole. She gasps as he pushes in, inch by fat inch. Her pussy grips him, tight and wet.

I watch, hand on my own hardening cock, as he starts to pound. Slap, slap, slap—her white ass shakes.

“Fuck yes,” she cries, cumming hard around his huge black shaft.

“You want my load?” he asks.

“Now, give me your baby,” she demands.

He fucks deeper, faster. Then he stills, grunting long and deep, spurting hot thick cream into her hungry cunt. She arches, another orgasm ripping through her.

Her legs shake as he pulls out. Gooey white cum dribbles out.

Two weeks later,