Black Milkman Cums in My Lady's Kitchen
"Alone in the house, I hear the knock at the door. I open it to find the milkman, his eyes scanning my body, a hungry look in his gaze. I invite him in, leading him to the kitchen. He sets the milk down, his hand lingering on mine. I feel a spark, a heat building between us. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine. I open for him, our tongues dancing. He presses me against the counter, his hands roaming my body. I can feel his hardness against my thigh. I reach down, cupping him through his pants. He groans, his eyes meeting mine. He lifts me onto the counter, pushing my skirt up. I'm not wearing panties, and he smiles, a wicked glint in his eye. He runs a finger along my slit, finding me wet, ready. He unzips his pants, his cock springing free. He's huge, and I lick my lips, eager to taste him. He pushes into my mouth, his hands in my hair, fucking my face. I take him deep, gag