Her legs are spread wide, thighs trembling as he hammers into her. The bed creaks under their weight, a symphony of skin slapping skin. I can almost hear her moans, see the ecstasy on her face as he takes her deeper, harder. She’s a mess of sweat and lust, completely lost in the moment. And there’s something about the way he looms over her, a beast of a man, that makes my stomach churn. But I can’t look away. Her body arches, back bending as he drives into her, filling her completely. It’s too much, too intense. I can feel the tension in the room, the raw, primal energy. And then, the final thrust, the release. He collapses on top of her, spent, and I know what’s coming next. The creampie, a mark of his conquest, a reminder of her submission. It’s a sight that haunts me, a vision of her pleasure and my own humiliation.
Her Screams Echo as He Fills Her with His Seed
The room is thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of sweat and desire. Her screams echo in my mind, a chorus of pleasure that I can’t escape. He’s a monster, a beast of a man, and she’s his willing victim. I watch as he pulls out, his cock glistening with her juices. And there it is, the creampie, a thick, white mess spilling out of her. It’s a sight that makes my blood boil, a testament to her desire and his dominance. She lies there, panting, a satisfied smile on her face. And I’m left with the image, the memory of her pleasure and my own torment. It’s a cycle, a never-ending loop of desire and humiliation. But I can’t stop watching, can’t stop wanting more. It’s a sickness, a twisted obsession that consumes me.









I would love to see my wife in this position with her off birth control, knowing she was going to be bred black.
I would encourage her to keep fucking him and taking his cock and cum in her pussy. Feeding me her fuck juices and promising to fuck him whenever he wants her. Once she is pregnant, I also will start fucking her and begging her to only have black babies.