CB… Ivanka

She is left panting, and her body is tingling...

She horribly gets off on the premise of her husband Jarod being a cuckold to a young black bull. She didn't want this to ruin their relationship. Her dad wouldn't be happy if he learned about her dark cravings.

But as she closes her eyes, all she can see is Alex, his dark skin and handsome face. She wants him.

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Jarod is sleeping with the sound machine, a white noise generator, a fan, and a white noise app on his phone. His cock was out as he slept nude. But not Ivanka, she is lying wide awake, her mind swirling with thoughts.

She can't believe what happened, she can't believe what she did. And she can't stop thinking about Alex. She's not even sure how it happened.

It started out innocent enough, just a friendly hug, a casual conversation. But then, he'd looked at her. Looked at her, like he could see straight into her soul. And she'd felt something. Something she couldn't explain. Something she couldn't deny.

She had thought it would go away, that it would fade with time. But instead, it only grew stronger. And now, here she was, lying in bed next to her husband, unable to sleep because she was thinking about another man.

She feels a little bad and tries to justify it. She had been a good wife to her husband. She had supported him, been faithful to him. And she still loved him. She just wanted someone else too.

She left the bedroom, not wanting her feet to take her where she desired most. But her feet moved like her pussy was controlling them, leading her toward his room.

She knocks lightly and waits. There is no response. She opens the door a crack and peers inside. The room is dark, but she can make out the outline of his body. He is lying on his back, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling steadily.

She feels like a thief, creeping into his room in the middle of the night, like she is going to steal something precious from him.

She approaches his bed, and stands beside it, watching him sleep. He looks so peaceful, so innocent. And she feels guilty for disturbing him.

"Alex?" She whispers. He didn't move. His fat dick hangs softly over his fat heavy nuts. It's such a beautiful sight. Her blue contact lenses watch the small mini twitches it makes as he sleeps. She hopes he's dreaming of her. Bending her over and making her take his fat ebony sword. Her body aches to wake him up, to tell him to do these things.

She knows she should leave. But instead, she sits on the edge of the bed. His breathing remains slow and even, and she places her hand on his chest.

His skin is soft and warm, and her hand slides up and down, tracing the contours of his muscles. So strong, so young with many potential avenues because of her.

How does she wake him up?


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