My Steamy Story: ATM Down Melinda’s eyes lit up as the...

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Okay, so full tea, my husband Darin is low-key obsessed with watching me get railed, and I was so bored at the casino after my last $500 went yeet into a machine. I found him at the bar talking to this massive, gorgeous Black guy. When I did my pouty "I need more money" routine, Darin hit me with the "card's tapped, babe." I was so annoyed. But then, the guy he was with, his name was Malik, looked me up and down and goes, totally deadpan, "I'll give your wife a hundred bucks for every inch of me I can fit in her pussy."

My jaw literally dropped. Darin just shrugged and was like, "Her choice, but I'd watch." And honestly? The math was mathing. I was like, "Bet. Six or seven hundred? Let's fucking go."

Fast forward to the room. I'm in just a robe, Darin's sipping bourbon in the corner like the perv he is, and Malik knocks. He doesn't waste a second. He pushes me onto the bed, spreads my legs, and buries his face in my pussy. His tongue was magic, bestie. I came so fast, shaking and gasping against the sheets.

Then he stands up, and I swear to god, my soul left my body. His cock was a fucking monster. Thick as my forearm and long enough to knock on my lungs. I choked out, "I don't know if I'll make even three hundred!" But I was already so wet. He lined that giant head up and slowly pushed. The stretch was insane. I was sweating, whimpering, as he started counting. "That's one... that's two..." With every inch, my pussy stretched to its absolute limit. I was seeing stars by the time he bottomed out, my body completely full of him. He gave me the full grand afterward and said I could withdraw anytime. No cap, my legs were still shaking an hour later.