Cuckolding Phone Sex

cuckolding phone sex Cuckolding phone sex is something I excel at. It is more than being a size queen. It is more than being a black cock whore too. I’m just a bitch. I love making fun of losers. Losers come in all shapes and sizes, but my favorite kind are the shrimp dick white bread kind. I was at the grocery store this morning and this man my age was flattering me like his life depended on it. He was good looking, but something did not add up. A man that handsome doesn’t have to try that hard to get a woman’s attention unless he is over compensating for something like a small cock. I flashed him my boobs in the frozen food isle. Hard nipples on big tits equals an instant boner for all men. I saw a little twitch in his shorts. Little being the operative word. A man worthy enough to fuck me has a clear definition of a cock in his pants. I clit teased him walking around the Kroger shaking my ass looking for a real man. Then I saw him. A tall handsome chocolate bar. Just what I was craving too. I dropped something on purpose so I could feel his gaze on me as I bent over in my slut wife too short skirt revealing my smoking hot ass. Now that was the reaction I was hoping for. His pants looked like he pitched a tent in them.  I looked at the loser white guy tripping over himself to get with me and said, “Bye bye Felicia,” as I groped the big throbbing black cock I was going to take home and fuck.  I already have one loser white man in my life, I didn’t need another one. I took my hot big discovery home with me and told my husband I picked up something really special for dinner. I made him watch as I guzzled on nigger meat and got hammered by a real dick for hours. My loser husband didn’t starve. I fed him a big pie afterwards. A big creamy pussy pie.

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