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There were good things in the world, and I would find them eventually. With that in mind I could drift peacefully into blessed and angelic sleep. The next day her ass was still pretty sore from getting reamed by Morris' thick cock, and her pussy hadn't fully recovered yet either. She gave her husband the cold shoulder when he tried to kiss her goodbye, but he didn't seem to notice much and left for work as usual. After an hour or so of feeling sorry for herself she got up and made herself a cup of coffee. She kept her silk bathrobe tied tight against her body and unconsciously crossed her arms to cover herself, though her smooth legs were bare up to her ass which the robe barely covered. She curled up at her computer and that's when she saw it: an email with a subject line that read "You were great last interracial night". Her heart skipped a beat and with a slight tremble she swallowed the lump in her throat and opened it. She had forgotten about giving her email to the three young guys at the start of the night, what with all the humiliating chaos that ensued after they left. There were several attachments, including a zip file of pictures and two videos. The body of the message simply said, "When can we do this again?" She ignored it at first, but opened the attachments out of curiosity. Her abdomen started getting warm as she looked over the few dozen pictures of her stripping, then sucking, and finally fucking three young, attractive guys. Hardcore She didn't notice herself becoming aroused as she looked over the pictures a second time, leaning forward in her chair to immerse herself in each one. The thought came to her mind that these were blackmail material, but luckily her face wasn't even in many of the shots and was covered by her hair or a blur the rest of the times. Eventually she worked up the courage to watch the videos. The first one was dark, but she could see herself babe grinding on Dylan's crotch in the back seat of his car. She could vividly remember the entire incident, but seeing herself performing these illicit acts made her pussy wet again. Her heart was racing with embarrassment, and she turned it off suddenly. A few hours later she was back; she had to know how incriminating the footage was. Her hand slipped into her panties to finger her dripping wet pussy as she watched, unable to contain her intense desire for their young, hard cocks again. To her relief, the first video was too dark and the second one was always filmed from above or behind her so you couldn't make out her face. With a sigh of relief she got dressed in a cute outfit that showed off her ass and went about the rest of her day. She was more chipper than she had been in a long time, feeling horny all through her body and even blushing in line at the grocery store as she tried to quell a sudden flare-up of sexual hormones. When her husband came home she kissed him and started friskily feeling him up. He also seemed to be in a good mood and said, "Guess what? I got a promotion today! You must have done something right last night." He walked back to the bedroom to get changed and she sullenly recalled him driving away last night while his boss fucked her in the parking lot. She stood at the doorway to the bedroom, leaning against the doorjamb with her arms crossed. His back was to her as he blowjob got dressed, "If those guys from the other night want to get with you again, you'd better let them. I may be able to get another raise." She was dumbfounded and stormed away, but he didn't seem to notice. After dinner he said he had some work to do to catch up on his new position, and she dejectedly read a book until bedtime. As her eyes stared blankly at the pages she thought back to the abuse she suffered at his coworkers' hands and his comment that she "must have done something right" soured in her mind. She went to bed angry and woke up after he had gone to work. Going back to her computer she opened up cumshot the videos from the email and watched them with one hand down her panties and her other hand in her bra. Halfway through she lightly bit her lip and moaned softly to herself as she came, imagining making love to these young guys' cocks again. My exposed throat quivered. Hot jizz boiled into my mouth. It thrust up from a large plain devoid of any farms. “I have a gym appointment this afternoon with Jill. I want you to feel interracial all of me, while I feel all of you. He grabbed me by the shirt and reared back blowjob with his fist, and I waited for the knockout that didn’t come. Liz gushed her release all over my face as Linds punched her lips and ground her pelvis down. Sadie was guiding her, controlling her like a puppeteer, arranging her in her seat and patting her hair. 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