Janet Mason

It’s hard to find good help these days, says Janet Mason. My rich husband hired another guy who wanted to get paid to have sex at work. Shane Diesel is new to the business and it’s time for him to evaluate but what he has in his pants is what interests me. Once in my husband’s office, I abused my power by sexually harassing this big black horse. I, Janet Mason, never got the pussy I deserved, so desperate times call for desperate measures. Speaking of size, his cock appears to be over a foot tall at first glance, but I feel it’s getting longer as it slides down my throat. His big black cock was as big as my arm and getting it deep inside my white box was no easy task. He takes his time going deeper, deeper and deeper every inch. Marrying a pathetic white boy made me forget that a cock can be that big. The desk gave me a nice place to spread my legs while his black pole sprayed into my cervix. We fucked every inch of my husband’s desk and my taste buds must have gotten a lot of help from the black slime.