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Anal sex: a question for the wives (poll)
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Anal is such a splendidly obscene form of sex. With the more pronounced exchange of trust between the partners, anal can be even more intimate than conventional sex. That's her most personal body orifice, the invasion of which requires specific conditions as to her comfort level, and cleanliness. The anus is a legitimate erogenous zone, for women and for men. The anal sex act, remarkably, can alternate from being incredibly sensual and loving, to one of the most dominating of all.
I've been obsessed with sexy female ass for as long as I can remember. Growing up in New York City during the designer jeans era of the 1980s, with all the white, black, and Puerto Rican hotties walking around wearing pants that looked painted on... Lots of tube-top titties, camel-toe glimpses in Daisy Duke short-shorts or super-tight polyester pants... and ass, lots and lots of jiggly ass. Later on came the low-rise jeans craze, when girls and ultra-hot MILFs either wore thong panties ( giving rise to the "Whale Tail" era ), or no underwear at all, flashing their ass-cracks as a giddy tease. But my obsession went further back to before I finally had "The Talk" with Dad, before he finally got around to telling me about "The Birds & the Bees." Due to his delayed instruction, I had already formed my own woefully-mistaken conclusions. Embarrassingly, in a chat with one of my best pals from school, I revealed my total lack of knowledge by asserting how proper sex with a woman was through her ass. Catching sight of couples in rated "R" movies spooning in bed did nothing to alter my erroneous impression. Once my pal's laughter at my ignorance subsided, he told me that proper sex with a woman was all about her pussy. Always was, always will be. Idiot. I found that difficult to believe in my sheepish silence, and I was crestfallen, being so devoted in my adoration for the female derriere. Still, though my obsession took a serious hit, it has endured to this day. Women with great asses are a bit harsh with their teasing, too. It can be so unfair, the spell they cast. More recently, twerking entered the scene, and booty-clapping. As an incurable Ass Man, I am the victim here! Start a fund-raiser for me. My favorite of all is the Heart-shaped Ass, also known as the Pear-shaped, followed by the Apple bottom, and the Bubble-butt. My high school sweetheart was Chinese, and her ass was incredibly flat, but whenever she bent way over, even her ass could light a fire in me. Like I said, I'm an Ass Man, man.
And so, to this day, in spite of my enlightenment on human reproduction, I love fucking an attractive woman up her ass. Strippers in the VIP Room, private sex workers, a few girlfriends, and yes, the occasional swinger wife ( That-- is a very special treat, especially if her hubby watches us doing it! ). Yep. I love smacking ass, squeezing it, caressing it, massaging it, kissing it, sniffing it, licking up and down the crack of it, tonguing her puckered opening, digging a finger all the way up in there, and fucking it with her panties rolled halfway down her thighs. Ass rules.
Okay... Another awesome swing party experience involved yet another very attractive blonde. She agreed to join me in a private playroom for some fun one evening ( We had chatted before on other occasions, and every Friday party I attended, I looked for this Blondie. The host would tease me about it, recognizing my obvious crush. ). Alas! She had invited one other black guy to join us, so I decided to patiently wait for that guy to finish, and I could finally be with Blondie alone. The other guy cruelly prolonged his stay, sussing out my angle. I held my temper until he eventually took his leave. A brawl would have ruined everything. Alone at last, that was when, in a getting-better-acqainted chat about erotic turn-ons, I playfully confided in her my enjoyment of anal sex. Instead of making me feel like a freak over that, she simply said anal was something she had never experienced. I noted that she did not conclude that it wasn't her thing at all. So many women immediately shut their minds to anal sex, unwilling to even consider it. And I respect this. But Blondie wasn't that way. After I went into detailed selling points, she admitted that she did harbor a mild curiosity for it, as long as the guy knew what he was doing, wasn't hung like a horse, and wasn't too rough. That made my heart leap and my dick twitch. I was never pushy, but she sensed my eager interest in being the one to take her backdoor virginity. I related my experience performing anal on my ex-girlfriend, which was the regular ending to all of our dates. I explained how wondrously euphoric it could be, and how gentle I was in my techniques. I said I would be happy to show her what it's like, but that I needed it to be her idea. She expressed a brief concern about her lack of preparation, and I hesitated. Oh. But after thinking it over, she casually mentioned that she had spent some time soaking in the hot tub earlier, and that she should be clean enough. All righty, then! Such candor! Such indelicacy. And yet, her blunt reminder of that-- ahem! -- reality, so specific to anal sex, only gave me minimal pause. It's an honest truth which most simply avoid discussing openly. But instead of turning me off, it had the opposite effect. I'd spent a lifetime mentally fixating on this subject in all its aspects, including the more filthy and less desirable ones. I wouldn't be deterred ( pun intended ). I wanted this gorgeous white woman's ass right then and right there. Since she had alluded to it, I wanted my dick to be the first trailblazer to courageously venture all the way up inside her poop-chute. And, truth be told, because this woman was so damn fine, I didn't mind getting my dick a little soiled and stinky from being submerged in her backdoor for an extended period. She was worth that, in a very kinky sort of way.
We both took fresh notice of the wall mirror, orienting our bodies in order to obtain the best kinky view. After dipping my penis several times in her wet pussy to collect lubrication, I was very slow, very gentle, and very, very methodical in penetrating her anus. I was so entranced, pressing the head of my cock against her waiting sphincter. As I pushed firmly in, I loved the feeling of having to push through her O-ring's resistance until it finally yielded with a sudden, silent pop as it swallowed the mushroom head, granting me partial entry. Here we go! It was so damned wonderful, all that tight friction, with Blondie's nervousness occasionally manifesting in a squeezing little twitch. That first invasion being experimental, I reversed direction at the halfway point, delirious with pleasure as her puckered sphincter stretched outward to maintain its grip on me. My second thrust was slower still, and again, I savored the extremely pleasurable resistance. I could feel how the tightness was tugging the hole of my dick's head open wider, probably making it resemble the mouth of a gulping goldfish. I caught sight of Blondie tilting her head at a sharper angle to watch the reflection of our bodies in the wide wall mirror. Even she admitted that our reflection was acutely erotic in Doggy position, taking into account this far more taboo sex act. You just can't go wrong with interracial as far as all the erotic visuals and forbidden implications. A super-sexy blonde getting fucked up the ass by a black guy? Check. It was quite a spectacle, worth preserving as a photo, but, sadly, cell phone cameras were prohibited at Club Taboo.
I was on my knees on the mattress behind her, and she arched her spine with her butt propped high in the air, her head down, the side of her pretty face resting on her folded arms. I asked if she was all right, and should I continue? She made another gross, candid observation, describing the sensation of my erection throbbing within her rectum as almost akin to the other thing. She essentially said that, although it felt good, it was also very strange. She said the sensation made it feel as if she needed to use the toilet. I suppose the comparison is valid, the feeling of fullness back there. Total anal-rookie thing to say, so, the judges will allow it. Hers was a matter-of-fact assessment, but, nonetheless, another rather filthy reminder of what I risked finding in my perverted penile probing. Again, anal sex is nasty. It is obscene. And, as I said before, it is uniquely euphoric because it feels so good, and precisely because it's so nasty and obscene. It combines the physical delight, entwined with the nth-level mental kink. Many women orgasm more powerfully from anal sex. So, instead of ruining the mood, she only further aroused me. I wasn't squeamish, and that's very important in the anal sex fetish. There's the unfair illusion that gorgeous women are above it all, that they are goddesses simply and utterly incapable of anything foul. They only fart classical symphonies that smell like freesia, and they belch sunshine. Amusing, but that just ain't so. Therefore, even in light of the harshest reality, and in the heat of the moment, I was down for it. "Game On," baby! Do your worst! I still wanted her ass, come what may.
Where the other black guy had fucked her pussy wearing a condom, I fucked her ( hopefully dirty! ) asshole without one ( Yeah, I was in full-filth mode then. ). I clambered up into a crouch, and I pushed all the way in, balls deep, holding there, letting her adjust, letting her relax. As I was fully embedded at that point, I couldn't even see any sign of my dick anymore, no glimpse of my stem or its base. The entirety of my organ was lost up inside Blondie's tight anus, my balls pressed hard against her pussy-lips. Pushing through all the friction and resistance made that pioneering plunge feel so glorious. But her steady relaxation signified success, and solidified my conquest over all that tension. I paused again to savor my full insertion before doing a slow grind. The undulations of my pelvis caused Blondie's hips to sway with me, and the corkscrewing torque essentially made my dick into a butter churn. I removed my hands from her waist so that this connection was our only bodily contact.
Now, the start to an anal fuck is rapturous not just for the kinky feel of the tight fit, the oh-so-comfy heat of her funk-tunnel, and the long, super-slow penetration that lets you savor it all. The visual is also obscene in the extreme, a stiff black dick trespassing wickedly into a white girl's most private space until it becomes an ownership. I loved that Blondie was giving this to me, and I saw it as a most precious gift, her abject vulnerability. As I said, it's an exchange of trust for both participants. It was not lost on me that her enthusiasm couldn't match my own in that encounter. She hadn't given anal sex a thought that night until I brought it up. And it wasn't my plan at all to subject her to my kinky fetish either. I had always wanted to fuck her, but anal sex came up in our spur-of-the-moment conversation that night. But here she was, shrugging off legitimately embarrassing hygienic concerns, all for my sake, really. I had trusted her with that side of myself, and in exchange, she was trusting me with the most private and personal thing she could ever share with a sexual partner.
IN KINKY CONCLUSION: After Blondie was sufficiently relaxed, and I was satisfied that my dick had sufficiently marinated in her warm rectal juices, I took firm hold of her waist again, and proceeded to rhythmically fuck her, in and out, in and out, with a steadily increasing cadence. The loud slapping of colliding flesh. The creamy mounds of her buttocks shuddering with every impact. My feral grunts. Occasional gasps of breath being pushed from her lungs as I relentlessly pounded her petite frame, tossing her short golden hair. She was really giving it up to me, and it was only in that moment that I wanted an audience, or for this feral and funky fuck to be captured on video. She never cried out in pain, so I was relieved not to be hurting her while I was getting off so intensely. But she also never really moaned in uncontrolled pleasure either. She just kept her eyes closed as if in meditation, her mouth hanging open as if preparing to chant. She was totally focused on feeling everything, recording it mentally for her own life experience. With that expression on her face, I thought she looked even more beautiful. I further opened myself up to the kink of the moment, as mingled with the overload of supreme physical exhilaration. And after several more strokes, I pushed all the way inside her again, to the hilt, so that I could give myself over to the gargantuan wave of my climax. It came crashing over me, and through me. I clutched Blondie more firmly by her hips, holding her body in place so that I could empty myself into her. My head was thrown back, and my own eyes rolled back beneath my fluttering eyelids as I blasted a heavy load of thick syrupy semen straight up into her bowels. It was like a cum cleansing, hosing down the inner walls of her intestines in a hot shower of sperm. That managed to evoke a surprised exclamation from her, a most precise and accurate use of profanity, considering. This part was obviously new to her as well, as I guessed she had never had a high colonic. She was curious about how this part was going to feel. My reply was to pull her weight backward into me until I was finished filling her gas tank ( again, pun intended ), and my climaxing spasms at last dissipated. All my loud grunting and dripping perspiration had assured her of how much I had thoroughly enjoyed every second shamelessly sodomizing her. I leaned back to allow my penis to slowly spill from her sticky, puckered exit, now slightly agape, and slightly swollen, blushing red. Yup. Totally clean, no offensive odor whatsoever. I confess to having been mildly disappointed by that, for my own perverted sake. Hahaha! I suppose I wanted to drive home, and wake up the next morning with just a trace of her natural anal fragrance as a reminder of exactly where my dick had been the night before. Oh, well. After graciously accepting my thanks, Blondie confessed the experience was different, and not what she had imagined. She said that she did actually enjoy it, especially because she had surrendered herself so fully to me. As we shared a friendly kiss, she said that I was a talented lover, but that it was unlikely she would make a habit of giving up her ass. If she held true to that, then my dick will have gone where no dick had gone before, nor would ever again. Thus would be the Captain's log, final entry.
Sorry! I couldn't resist!
I've been obsessed with sexy female ass for as long as I can remember. Growing up in New York City during the designer jeans era of the 1980s, with all the white, black, and Puerto Rican hotties walking around wearing pants that looked painted on... Lots of tube-top titties, camel-toe glimpses in Daisy Duke short-shorts or super-tight polyester pants... and ass, lots and lots of jiggly ass. Later on came the low-rise jeans craze, when girls and ultra-hot MILFs either wore thong panties ( giving rise to the "Whale Tail" era ), or no underwear at all, flashing their ass-cracks as a giddy tease. But my obsession went further back to before I finally had "The Talk" with Dad, before he finally got around to telling me about "The Birds & the Bees." Due to his delayed instruction, I had already formed my own woefully-mistaken conclusions. Embarrassingly, in a chat with one of my best pals from school, I revealed my total lack of knowledge by asserting how proper sex with a woman was through her ass. Catching sight of couples in rated "R" movies spooning in bed did nothing to alter my erroneous impression. Once my pal's laughter at my ignorance subsided, he told me that proper sex with a woman was all about her pussy. Always was, always will be. Idiot. I found that difficult to believe in my sheepish silence, and I was crestfallen, being so devoted in my adoration for the female derriere. Still, though my obsession took a serious hit, it has endured to this day. Women with great asses are a bit harsh with their teasing, too. It can be so unfair, the spell they cast. More recently, twerking entered the scene, and booty-clapping. As an incurable Ass Man, I am the victim here! Start a fund-raiser for me. My favorite of all is the Heart-shaped Ass, also known as the Pear-shaped, followed by the Apple bottom, and the Bubble-butt. My high school sweetheart was Chinese, and her ass was incredibly flat, but whenever she bent way over, even her ass could light a fire in me. Like I said, I'm an Ass Man, man.
And so, to this day, in spite of my enlightenment on human reproduction, I love fucking an attractive woman up her ass. Strippers in the VIP Room, private sex workers, a few girlfriends, and yes, the occasional swinger wife ( That-- is a very special treat, especially if her hubby watches us doing it! ). Yep. I love smacking ass, squeezing it, caressing it, massaging it, kissing it, sniffing it, licking up and down the crack of it, tonguing her puckered opening, digging a finger all the way up in there, and fucking it with her panties rolled halfway down her thighs. Ass rules.
Okay... Another awesome swing party experience involved yet another very attractive blonde. She agreed to join me in a private playroom for some fun one evening ( We had chatted before on other occasions, and every Friday party I attended, I looked for this Blondie. The host would tease me about it, recognizing my obvious crush. ). Alas! She had invited one other black guy to join us, so I decided to patiently wait for that guy to finish, and I could finally be with Blondie alone. The other guy cruelly prolonged his stay, sussing out my angle. I held my temper until he eventually took his leave. A brawl would have ruined everything. Alone at last, that was when, in a getting-better-acqainted chat about erotic turn-ons, I playfully confided in her my enjoyment of anal sex. Instead of making me feel like a freak over that, she simply said anal was something she had never experienced. I noted that she did not conclude that it wasn't her thing at all. So many women immediately shut their minds to anal sex, unwilling to even consider it. And I respect this. But Blondie wasn't that way. After I went into detailed selling points, she admitted that she did harbor a mild curiosity for it, as long as the guy knew what he was doing, wasn't hung like a horse, and wasn't too rough. That made my heart leap and my dick twitch. I was never pushy, but she sensed my eager interest in being the one to take her backdoor virginity. I related my experience performing anal on my ex-girlfriend, which was the regular ending to all of our dates. I explained how wondrously euphoric it could be, and how gentle I was in my techniques. I said I would be happy to show her what it's like, but that I needed it to be her idea. She expressed a brief concern about her lack of preparation, and I hesitated. Oh. But after thinking it over, she casually mentioned that she had spent some time soaking in the hot tub earlier, and that she should be clean enough. All righty, then! Such candor! Such indelicacy. And yet, her blunt reminder of that-- ahem! -- reality, so specific to anal sex, only gave me minimal pause. It's an honest truth which most simply avoid discussing openly. But instead of turning me off, it had the opposite effect. I'd spent a lifetime mentally fixating on this subject in all its aspects, including the more filthy and less desirable ones. I wouldn't be deterred ( pun intended ). I wanted this gorgeous white woman's ass right then and right there. Since she had alluded to it, I wanted my dick to be the first trailblazer to courageously venture all the way up inside her poop-chute. And, truth be told, because this woman was so damn fine, I didn't mind getting my dick a little soiled and stinky from being submerged in her backdoor for an extended period. She was worth that, in a very kinky sort of way.
We both took fresh notice of the wall mirror, orienting our bodies in order to obtain the best kinky view. After dipping my penis several times in her wet pussy to collect lubrication, I was very slow, very gentle, and very, very methodical in penetrating her anus. I was so entranced, pressing the head of my cock against her waiting sphincter. As I pushed firmly in, I loved the feeling of having to push through her O-ring's resistance until it finally yielded with a sudden, silent pop as it swallowed the mushroom head, granting me partial entry. Here we go! It was so damned wonderful, all that tight friction, with Blondie's nervousness occasionally manifesting in a squeezing little twitch. That first invasion being experimental, I reversed direction at the halfway point, delirious with pleasure as her puckered sphincter stretched outward to maintain its grip on me. My second thrust was slower still, and again, I savored the extremely pleasurable resistance. I could feel how the tightness was tugging the hole of my dick's head open wider, probably making it resemble the mouth of a gulping goldfish. I caught sight of Blondie tilting her head at a sharper angle to watch the reflection of our bodies in the wide wall mirror. Even she admitted that our reflection was acutely erotic in Doggy position, taking into account this far more taboo sex act. You just can't go wrong with interracial as far as all the erotic visuals and forbidden implications. A super-sexy blonde getting fucked up the ass by a black guy? Check. It was quite a spectacle, worth preserving as a photo, but, sadly, cell phone cameras were prohibited at Club Taboo.
I was on my knees on the mattress behind her, and she arched her spine with her butt propped high in the air, her head down, the side of her pretty face resting on her folded arms. I asked if she was all right, and should I continue? She made another gross, candid observation, describing the sensation of my erection throbbing within her rectum as almost akin to the other thing. She essentially said that, although it felt good, it was also very strange. She said the sensation made it feel as if she needed to use the toilet. I suppose the comparison is valid, the feeling of fullness back there. Total anal-rookie thing to say, so, the judges will allow it. Hers was a matter-of-fact assessment, but, nonetheless, another rather filthy reminder of what I risked finding in my perverted penile probing. Again, anal sex is nasty. It is obscene. And, as I said before, it is uniquely euphoric because it feels so good, and precisely because it's so nasty and obscene. It combines the physical delight, entwined with the nth-level mental kink. Many women orgasm more powerfully from anal sex. So, instead of ruining the mood, she only further aroused me. I wasn't squeamish, and that's very important in the anal sex fetish. There's the unfair illusion that gorgeous women are above it all, that they are goddesses simply and utterly incapable of anything foul. They only fart classical symphonies that smell like freesia, and they belch sunshine. Amusing, but that just ain't so. Therefore, even in light of the harshest reality, and in the heat of the moment, I was down for it. "Game On," baby! Do your worst! I still wanted her ass, come what may.
Where the other black guy had fucked her pussy wearing a condom, I fucked her ( hopefully dirty! ) asshole without one ( Yeah, I was in full-filth mode then. ). I clambered up into a crouch, and I pushed all the way in, balls deep, holding there, letting her adjust, letting her relax. As I was fully embedded at that point, I couldn't even see any sign of my dick anymore, no glimpse of my stem or its base. The entirety of my organ was lost up inside Blondie's tight anus, my balls pressed hard against her pussy-lips. Pushing through all the friction and resistance made that pioneering plunge feel so glorious. But her steady relaxation signified success, and solidified my conquest over all that tension. I paused again to savor my full insertion before doing a slow grind. The undulations of my pelvis caused Blondie's hips to sway with me, and the corkscrewing torque essentially made my dick into a butter churn. I removed my hands from her waist so that this connection was our only bodily contact.
Now, the start to an anal fuck is rapturous not just for the kinky feel of the tight fit, the oh-so-comfy heat of her funk-tunnel, and the long, super-slow penetration that lets you savor it all. The visual is also obscene in the extreme, a stiff black dick trespassing wickedly into a white girl's most private space until it becomes an ownership. I loved that Blondie was giving this to me, and I saw it as a most precious gift, her abject vulnerability. As I said, it's an exchange of trust for both participants. It was not lost on me that her enthusiasm couldn't match my own in that encounter. She hadn't given anal sex a thought that night until I brought it up. And it wasn't my plan at all to subject her to my kinky fetish either. I had always wanted to fuck her, but anal sex came up in our spur-of-the-moment conversation that night. But here she was, shrugging off legitimately embarrassing hygienic concerns, all for my sake, really. I had trusted her with that side of myself, and in exchange, she was trusting me with the most private and personal thing she could ever share with a sexual partner.
IN KINKY CONCLUSION: After Blondie was sufficiently relaxed, and I was satisfied that my dick had sufficiently marinated in her warm rectal juices, I took firm hold of her waist again, and proceeded to rhythmically fuck her, in and out, in and out, with a steadily increasing cadence. The loud slapping of colliding flesh. The creamy mounds of her buttocks shuddering with every impact. My feral grunts. Occasional gasps of breath being pushed from her lungs as I relentlessly pounded her petite frame, tossing her short golden hair. She was really giving it up to me, and it was only in that moment that I wanted an audience, or for this feral and funky fuck to be captured on video. She never cried out in pain, so I was relieved not to be hurting her while I was getting off so intensely. But she also never really moaned in uncontrolled pleasure either. She just kept her eyes closed as if in meditation, her mouth hanging open as if preparing to chant. She was totally focused on feeling everything, recording it mentally for her own life experience. With that expression on her face, I thought she looked even more beautiful. I further opened myself up to the kink of the moment, as mingled with the overload of supreme physical exhilaration. And after several more strokes, I pushed all the way inside her again, to the hilt, so that I could give myself over to the gargantuan wave of my climax. It came crashing over me, and through me. I clutched Blondie more firmly by her hips, holding her body in place so that I could empty myself into her. My head was thrown back, and my own eyes rolled back beneath my fluttering eyelids as I blasted a heavy load of thick syrupy semen straight up into her bowels. It was like a cum cleansing, hosing down the inner walls of her intestines in a hot shower of sperm. That managed to evoke a surprised exclamation from her, a most precise and accurate use of profanity, considering. This part was obviously new to her as well, as I guessed she had never had a high colonic. She was curious about how this part was going to feel. My reply was to pull her weight backward into me until I was finished filling her gas tank ( again, pun intended ), and my climaxing spasms at last dissipated. All my loud grunting and dripping perspiration had assured her of how much I had thoroughly enjoyed every second shamelessly sodomizing her. I leaned back to allow my penis to slowly spill from her sticky, puckered exit, now slightly agape, and slightly swollen, blushing red. Yup. Totally clean, no offensive odor whatsoever. I confess to having been mildly disappointed by that, for my own perverted sake. Hahaha! I suppose I wanted to drive home, and wake up the next morning with just a trace of her natural anal fragrance as a reminder of exactly where my dick had been the night before. Oh, well. After graciously accepting my thanks, Blondie confessed the experience was different, and not what she had imagined. She said that she did actually enjoy it, especially because she had surrendered herself so fully to me. As we shared a friendly kiss, she said that I was a talented lover, but that it was unlikely she would make a habit of giving up her ass. If she held true to that, then my dick will have gone where no dick had gone before, nor would ever again. Thus would be the Captain's log, final entry.
Sorry! I couldn't resist!
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Now, THAT'S a gorgeous white girl. It's always such a turn-on when the super-pretty ones are also super-nasty.
this is really hot!
bigbuttcuck
Male
That's how it should be....Do you do stuff to ur cucks butt?
10inchBBC
Male
The way it should be!!!
The first time I had anal sex was with a black man not my husband
Some time in college I began to realize the boys i was dating were all tryin to fuck my ass. I’ve always had a bubble butt so I don’t know if it was more than other girls or not. Anyway.. I never let them. If scared me. I never let my first husband either. But when I was dating the man I’m married to now, we went to Jamaica… and between the rum drinks and weed, I was feeling pretty frisky.. back in our room my husband went down on me and slipped a finger in my ass while pumping my pussy with two others. I’d never squirted before and I did that night. I was mortified.. what had I done. I apologized and my husband laughed. I told him I’d never let anyone go near there before. He raised an eyebrow and slid another finger in and went back to licking my pussy. I began to cum again. I knew where this was going. A few minutes later he was pushing his cock slowly into my ass and I was rubbing my pussy. He fucked my ass for a long time and I came over and over. When we eventually got into this lifestyle, I told him I wasn’t going to let every bull have my ass. And I don’t.. but when I do, it’s phenomenal… I’ve had DP’s with hubby and other bulls as well. I have to be in the right mood and head space.. but I cum like a damn broken when I do. 
Evildicknigga
Male
You better not give your weak little dick husband ass. Only nasty Nigg@s should have access to the crack of your white ass
It's not the easiest of holes to get into if one has some girth.Hubby has never been in my assBBC was first and only that's been in that hole!
Yes, trueIt's not the easiest of holes to get into if one has some girth.
You must come from a very sexually evolved areas of the world!
AnonnonA
Couple
It's brasil. Obviously I can't speak for the entire country since it's so large. But where I'm from (goias) it appears to be much more acceptedYou must come from a very sexually evolved areas of the world!
That is so true
Is this a common knowledge?
Need another option of nothing goes in my ass
