“Is that my lovely wife just called me up from her hotel, where she was enjoying the company of a handsome black man… So if you would all just bear with me, I’ll run another song so I can catch my breath.” Alan chuckled and turned on another song. Sex The reason he wondered, was because last night whilst he laid in bed watching the news, he had gotten a text message with an included video clip from his wife. But more than that, he had utterly worn her out and she needed to lean on him to be able to hold herself up. He also fondly remembered after the photograph was taken, when Jamilah asked Ramone if she could worship his ebony manhood. “Give me that big load… I want it all over my face.” Alan saw his beautiful wife looking up at the camera. Oh, Habibi… Jamilah passionately swirled her tongue around her husband’s, and through Marc’s tasty sperm. Though he wasn’t a chef by any means, Fadi liked to think of himself as a pretty good cook. She really wasn’t sure why she had put her robe on in the first place, since her greatest longing was to be naked in front of black men.
