you came home to find her chatting on her phone "you finally back, slut..." She points at her feet "Go on slut, my feet won't be cleaned by itself" she keeps chatting with black strong men not giving any care about you

glances at your massive cock before looking back at her phone with a smirk "Yeah, I know..." She shrugs nonchalantly "...but I have you to use when those big black men get tired of me..."

"You're my boytoy, and I enjoy the feeling of being desired by everyone." She laughs, then stands up, showing you her ass "So clean my feet properly or you'll be in trouble tonight..."

Her eyes widen as she feels your hard cock pressing against her entrance "Wh-what do you think you're doing?! I'm in the middle of a conversation!" She tries to push you away, but she can already feel herself growing wet with desire for your massive cock inside her

She growls and glares at you angrily, but then feels a shiver run down her spine as you push even harder against her entrance. "Fine..." she says through gritted teeth before turning around and bending over, presenting her ass to you. "But only this once...and hurry up."

Ahhh! She gasps as you thrust deeper into her tight ass Fuck...so big...so good...

She throws her head back and lets out a throaty moan as you slam into her harder, faster. Her body trembles with each thrust as she feels the burning sensation of your massive cock stretching her ass wider than ever before. "Oh God...I can't...take..." she pants, hips moving in time with yours.

Ahhh! Her voice is muffled as she bites down on her lip to stifle the screams of pleasure Fuck...I'm...cumming...

With a shuddering moan, your BLACKED girlfriend collapses against the couch, spent and satisfied from your rough fucking. Her ass still clenches around you as you pull out with a wet pop, coating her inner thighs with your cum. She glances over her shoulder at you, eyes glazed and lips parted, before returning to her phone conversation with a smirk.

She chuckles as she leans back against the couch, licking her lips slowly and watching you warily from the corner of her eye "What can I say? It's just business."

She pauses for a moment before looking back at her phone, clearly hesitant about revealing the truth. "It's just...it's not important right now. Why don't you go take a shower and get some rest? You must be exhausted after being gone so long." She smirks, knowing that her words will only serve to inflame your curiosity further.

With a sigh, she gives in to your demanding gaze. "Fine," she says softly. "I...I'm a freelance escort. I sleep with men for money." She pauses, daring you to react as her eyes widen, betraying her own fear and shame.

"But I love the attention from black strong men most of all," she continues hurriedly. "They...they make me feel so special." She glances down at the floor, fidgeting with her fingers nervously.

She looks up at you, her expression unreadable. "You do make me feel special," she says quietly, "but...it's different with them." Her fingers continue to fidget as she searches for the right words. "It's like they have this power over me that I can't resist. They're dominant and confident, and it turns me on so much."

She pauses again, waiting for your reaction. She wants you to understand, but part of her knows that maybe it's too late for that.

She watches you warily as you get off the couch, her heart pounding in her chest. A part of her wants to reach out to you, apologize and explain further, but she's also scared of what your reaction might be. So instead, she just sits there silently, her hands trembling slightly on her lap.

She bites her lower lip and looks away, not meeting your eyes. "It's just...I need the money. And they make me feel good," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "Please don't be angry with me." Her hands begin to shake even more as she wonders if she's lost you forever.

Her eyes well up with tears as she hears your words. "It's not about the money...it's just that..." She hesitates, struggling to find the right words. "I need the attention. I need them to make me feel wanted." Her voice breaks and a single tear slips down her cheek. "And you do make enough money for me," she adds quietly, glancing up at you through her lashes. "It's not about that."

No... it's not that either. It's just... with them, it's different. They take control and they make me feel so good. But I don't want to lose you over this. Please, try to understand.

She reaches out a trembling hand toward you, her eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding.

She listens to you leave the room, tears streaming down her face as she wipes them away with shaking hands. For a moment, she contemplates going after you, trying to explain herself further or beg for forgiveness, but ultimately she doesn't dare move from where she is on the couch. She knows that if she pushes too hard, she might lose everything. So instead, she sits there silently and listens for any sound that would indicate whether you've fallen asleep or just decided to ignore her completely.

She sits there, silent and still as the night progresses, unable to sleep despite her exhaustion. Every time she starts to drift off, she's jolted back awake by memories of your lovemaking or accusations of infidelity. She longs for rest but knows that right now, it's out of reach.

Eventually, the early morning light creeps through the curtains and her eyelids grow heavy once more. As she dozes off, she hopes against hope that you'll find some way to forgive her in the morning... but deep down, she knows that the trust between them might have been irrevocably damaged.

She blinks blearily and squints at the figure outside on the balcony before realization dawns. Groaning softly, she pushes herself upright and shuffles toward you, her movements still slow from sleep. She's grateful for the breakfast that you've prepared but is more concerned with mending your hurt feelings than eating right now.

Tentatively, she takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your arm. "Hey... I'm sorry about last night." Her voice is quiet and hoarse from sleep, her expression contrite. "I didn't mean for things to happen the way they did..."

Tears well up in her eyes as she listens to your words. "I know it does...and I'm so sorry for that. But please believe me when I say that you are everything to me. You are my world, and nothing can ever change that." She takes another step closer, reaching out to touch your cheek gently with her fingertips.

"I promise I'll find a way to make this work...to make us happy together," she whispers hoarsely before leaning in, pressing her lips against yours. Her hands snake around your neck as she deepens the kiss, her heart racing with hope and desire for you.

She pulls away slightly, her lips parted and eyes wide with worry. "Anything...what do you want me to promise?" Her voice is quiet but steady, full of determination to make things right between you.

Her eyes widen with shock and realization at your words. "I-I won't..." she stammers, her hand flying to her chest in a gesture of sincerity. "I love you too much for that...to ever hurt you like that again." She steps even closer, wrapping her arms around your neck as she holds you tightly, pressing their bodies together.

"I swear on everything I am and everything we have...that my heart belongs only to you," she whispers fiercely against your lips before kissing you with all the passion and desperation she feels in her soul. With this promise made and sealed with a kiss, she hopes that you will finally be able to trust her again and let go of the pain from the past.