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Torrie's Year

... Miami, but not with her family. As Torrie put on makeup, looking into the mirror of her hotel's bathroom, she paused, looking in her own eyes. She began speaking to her reflection. "I have learned about myself that I am insanely attracted to black men, I am much more sexually adventurous than I used to think, I would have been much more sexually active if I didn't marry young, I love to suck black cock and that I actually like to cheat. I like to live two lives." Torrie grabbed her purse, adjusted her tight, short dress, and went to meet Ronnie at a club. A couple hours she was back in her hotel room, Ronnie slapping her ass, "I told you this was some good white pussy." His brother, Rodney, agreed, pulling his cock out of her mouth, slapping her face with it several times, "Yeah she is." Rodney used his black cock to gather a string of saliva hanging from Torrie's chin before pushing his cock back into her mouth. The two men spoke about her as if she were not in the room as they ravaged her repeatedly all night, long after the clock stuck midnight. The countdown to midnight hitting one, fireworks exploding outside, over downtown Miami, in the very same moment Ronnie's and Rodney's cocks exploded their semen onto Torrie's face - the first of several facials she received that night. A few hours passed, Torrie was naked and asleep between the two huge black men. She stirred slightly, remembering where she was, a smile forming on her lips. She reached over Rodney to grab her ...

... phone. Checking it, she saw she had missed a few Happy New Year texts from both John and Eddie. She didn't reply. "Checking on momma?" Rodney asked, starting to stir himself. "Mmhmm," Torrie smiled, laying herself on top of Rodney, kissing him, delighting at the touch of her breasts against his body. "Well momma was busy," Ronnie said, stirring as well, casually stroking his cock. "I've been servicing these black cocks," Torrie grinned, sliding off Rodney. Ronnie slid closer to his brother. Torrie was in between their legs, kissing, licking, slurping all over their cocks. "They probably watched the ball drop on TV and went to bed," Rodney said. "Yep, that's what we usually do. This year I've been getting fucked all night," Torrie replied, bringing them both back to full strength for another round. She paused for a moment and thought about how she almost said "that's what we USED to do". Chapter 8 In late January, Fat Rob had to go out of town on business, leaving Torrie to fend for herself. It'd had been months since she and her husband had sex, and she had no desire to do so any more. She went to another club, one closer to home, and saw another black man. He was with a blonde woman and they were both talking and looking around the room as if they were trying to find someone. Torrie introduced herself. The woman said her name was Devin and the black man was Ulysses. Torrie asked if they were looking for someone. Devin, leaning in, whispered in Torrie's ear, "We're looking for a ...