"There," he said. "I show you, you show me!"
Hesitantly, Aretha peeled off her own clothing until she stood in front of Chip as naked as the day she was born.
He scrutinized her nude body carefully . . . looking for any flaws or signs of wear and tear such as stretch marks or operative scars. None were to be found, though. Her complexion was flawless. Smooth, dark and soft. Her tits were big and firm and bouncy looking. And her ass was a pair of perfectly molded twin globes.
"Am I okay?" Aretha asked timidly.
"Okay? Hell, you're perfect!" And jaded as his sexual appetite had become, he felt himself stirring at the sight of her glorious nudity.
He tore at his shirt as he moved toward her. He pulled her up close to his body and began feeling her up with the unleashed passion of a fumbling oaf.
"Wait!" Aretha gasped, pushing him away. "Are you sure that this isn't just a fast promotion into bed instead of a job?"
"Baby, I'm on the level," Chip assured her. "Now let's get on with it..."
Married Greg has a lust for the ebony beauty next door, an insatiable lust that needs satiating. And Aretha's the nineteen year old nubile nymph is more than willing to open her backdoor and accommodate for she likes well endowed white men. But it's not just Greg, it's his randy and studly sons too. What is a gal to do but do them all.
From casting couch session to some nudey movies with college seniors, to group menages with horny husbands, Aretha is willing to give herself over front and back to each of their lascivious intents. And when Greg's wife finds out, well, she just might enjoy some interracial lesbian encounters of her own.
Lusciously graphic and told with wild abandon, featuring all manner of rutting, tribadations, and gamahuching, all are going back to black, again and again.