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Black Boss Impregnates His Racist Employee's White Wife

... torso, just under and in front of her arm pits, and lightly gripping both sides of her bulging breasts. She stood there frozen for a moment and then said, “Thanks for catching me, Marcus. And what is that interesting aroma?” I was wearing my special musk cologne, and I was surprised that it was having any affect on her. Most of those kinds of products never perform as advertised. I didn’t put it on very heavily, with just dabs on my neck, chest and groin, and she hadn’t sensed it in the open air outside. However, in the stale air of that stuffy room she could not only smell the cologne, but the pheromones must have been having an effect as well. Her breasts felt so big, warm and firm, and I guessed that they must be bursting with milk after her being at the party all afternoon, with no way to express the milk. I was surprised when she just stayed in my arms, with her back against my stomach, for almost ten seconds. Then she stepped forward and turned to face me. She thanked me again for catching her. Then she gave me a crooked little, impish smile and said, “Somehow I don’t think it was such a big imposition for you to catch me like that, Marcus. You definitely got a good feel of my milk-filled tits that you’ve been staring at all day. I liked being in your strong arms, and your stomach felt so firm.” We both stood there for a few awkward moments, until she reached up and placed her hands behind my neck, and pulled my face down towards hers. Our lips met in a soulful, wet ...

... kiss, and we were sucking passionately on one another’s tongues, as she mashed her lips against mine. That kiss lasted what seemed like a long two minutes, until she pulled back a little, while still holding onto my neck. She looked into my eyes and said, “I’ve always wondered if black men would be good kissers with their thick, soft lips. Now I know, Marcus, and that was just wonderful. What else are Negroes good at doing with white women?” She was turning out to be the trashy and slutty, white wife that I was hoping for. As we began kissing again, I felt confident in exploring her body with my hands. I started by caressing and rubbing her back, letting my hands go lower and lower until I was aggressively rubbing her nice, cushy ass. I even reached farther down, pressing my fingers deep into the cleavage of her ass crack, and lower almost to her pussy. Bobbi Jo wasn’t resisting me at all, and even began swiveling and gyrating her ass, pressing her pubis against my thigh. We continued our wet kiss, as she moved her arms down to rub my lower back and ass, pulling me more tightly against her. I kept my left hand deep in her ass crack, as I moved my right hand up to rub and fondle her breast. It was obvious that she was getting very turned on as she hugged me even tighter and was breathing hard into my mouth. I could hardly believe that I had that pretty, trashy, white slut in my arms. I wanted to taste her milk-filled tits in the worst way, so I continued holding her against me as ...