I’m sitting here on the bed, my skirt hiked up just enough to tease, my thighs exposed, and I can feel his eyes on me, burning with desire and jealousy. My top clings to my perky tits, and I know he’s imagining what’s underneath, what he can’t have. I’m his hotwife, and I love the power I hold over him. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the need to claim me, but he knows he can’t. I’m not just his; I’m everyone’s, and that’s what makes this so fucking hot. I lean back, arching my back, and I can feel the cool air on my skin, the anticipation building. I’m in control, and I’m going to make him suffer, make him want me more than anything. I’m his fantasy, his obsession, and I’m going to fucking own it.
Absolutely! I want to share you with my black friends.