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Once again, I’m home all alone and horny as hell. My husband provides with the material things I desire. But I never get his time or his cock. He knew when he married me I had a high sex drive. All the jewelry and clothes can’t replace what I really crave…big cock. It was another boring Monday morning, I was in my bedroom watching porn. I was just about to pull out my trusty vibrator when I heard the doorbell. I put my robe on and headed downstairs. I peeked through the peephole and saw a black flower delivery man holding a dozen, red roses. I could see that he was tall and not bad looking. I felt that familiar throbbing in pussy. I wanted him. I loosened the belt on my robe so that breasts spilled out. I wanted to get his attention. And all the other delivery men fell for this trap. I opened the door and his eyes went straight to my tits. He couldn’t find his words and just stood there stammering. “Delivery for me?”, I asked. His eyes couldn’t look away from my tits. “Why don’t you come in and you can have a better look at my whole body, Mr. Delivery Man”, I told him seductively. He rushed inside, threw the flowers on the floor and grabbed me into his arms. We kissed deeply, and we undressed right there in the foyer. Naked, I walked into the kitchen. It had been a long time since I’d done it in here. I pulled a chair out and motioned him to sit down. I slid my wet pussy onto his big, black cock. I rode the hell out of him. Bouncing and grinding, he dick felt so good inside me. I rocked my pussy back and forth, slamming myself into his body. I love when my husband sends me flowers


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