Annette Schwartz
I accompanied my worthless boyfriend on a stroll today. It was a perfect opportunity for me to publicly showcase his inadequacy and the insignificance of pale men. I also aimed to entice any ebony gentlemen who might be enticed to engage with me in a carnal manner. Once I had mentally degraded my submissive partner, I brought him back home only to encounter a group of African-American men prepared to gratify my deepest desires. I might as well use my feeble cuckold as adhesive since he serves no other purpose. His manhood is scarcely discernible and lacks potency. On the contrary, the black gentlemen in our presence certainly know how to wield their well-endowed members. I fell to my knees promptly, accommodating those sizable ebony phalluses as they brushed against my face. Indecisive between offering my vagina or rear, I accessibly indulged the group with both orifices. I was gratified as a lascivious temptress, embracing the sensation of being simultaneously penetrated by substantial black erections. While I have always harbored an inclination towards interracial activities, today's escapade eclipsed any prior liaisons as I reveled in the audience's watching eyes while the African-American men ceaselessly pleasured me physically. Following the conclusion of our amorous encounter, my cuckold tidied the aftermath. Nevertheless, he remained as useless, hapless, and Caucasian as before.