Pussy Past Curfew

     Austin pussy Drake was in trouble and he knew it. He frantically wove his way through rush hour traffic, but the digital blonde clock on the instrument panel of his car told the story, it blonde was already twenty blondepussy minutes blonde past his curfew of six o'clock and his heart blonde raced at blonde the prospect blonde of getting home late. He literally ran from the garage blonde through pictures the kitchen into the living room expecting to find Ariella waiting for pictures him with a leather whip, but instead, he found her lolling comfortably on the plush sofa with blonde a pussy handsome black man, while gently caressing blonde his incredibly pictures large erection in her small hands blonde.
     "Holy shit," Ben said softly, "you weren't kidding, he's got the smallest dick I've ever seen, why on earth did you ever marry this blonde loser.?." "Oh, Benny," she chided, "he has so many other good qualities, would you like a demonstration.?." "You've gotta prove it to me, baby," Ben replied, "as far as I can tell he's blondepussy just a worthless piece of blondepussy crap blonde." "Did blonde you hear that, Austin," his wife asked sweetly, "come over here and show Ben what you're good for." With his head bowed, Austin made his way over blonde to the couch where upon he dropped to his knees and started to blonde tongue his wife's already wet vagina." "Not blonde me," she said sharply, "I said show Ben, so suck his cock, and you better blondepussy do a good job, got blonde it."
     "Now, tell me again blonde why you were late.?."