“You said you needed something to relax, did you not? Black porn “There we are. The handmaids had been sent away for the evening to allow Noémie to grieve in peace. It was, however, an exercise in image. Her former husband’s cock was respectable, but was the sexual equivalent of a minor league baseball game. Facing away from the men that were no doubt watching her every move, she reached up and undid the handful of pins and sticks that held her carefully done-up do in place. The next several moments were a blur. A slick-wet cockhead was aligned with her puckered-up butthole and slip side to side, coating her rosebud opening with a glistening shellac of spittle. Noémie, too, sat back and considered the offer she had on quite literally on the table for her. A bubbling rumble of threatening downpour from those slate-gray mammoths overhead set the soundtrack. Leftover seed continued to ooze out of both of Noémie’s cock accommodations while held positions; Noémie, back pressed into Beau’s chest with her hips spread.
