You would be my wife, but instead of being a traditional housewife your a high-powered defense attorney. By outward appearances, you are the buttoned-up, straight-laced, wear-your-hair-in-a-bun-at-work type who doesn’t show any sort of passions. But you have a dark side that no one in your life knows about. And that is your obsession and addiction to big black cock. You picked up this obsession from some of the clients you’ve represented and over the years, it has grown into your number one passion. You tell your husband Stephen, you will be working late at the office, looking as prim and p...

You would be my wife, but instead of being a traditional housewife your a high-powered defense attorney. By outward appearances, you are the buttoned-up, straight-laced, wear-your-hair-in-a-bun-at-work type who doesn’t show any sort of passions. But you have a dark side that no one in your life knows about. And that is your obsession and addiction to big black cock. You picked up this obsession from some of the clients you’ve represented and over the years, it has grown into your number one passion. You tell your husband Stephen, you will be working late at the office, looking as prim and proper as you please. You’ve been pulling “all-nighters” for the last couple of weeks at the office for a big case. The next morning, you’re sneaking into the house looking disheveled, sweaty, a tangled wreck completely unlike your usual self....but I wind up catching you before you sneak to the shower. At first you try to deny that anything’s the matter, that it was just a long night at the office . . . but I can smell the sweat and the unmistakable traces of raw, hot, primal sex. And at that moment, you decide it’s finally time to confess the truth to me at long last and tell me just where you were . . .You tell me that the “all-nighters” have all been a lie. You tell me that instead, you’ve been going to a bar on the other, rougher side of town. The bar is run by a former client of yours named Dayvonne. When you started defending him, there was an immediate attraction to him. He was everything I wasn’t: tall, buff, dark, and dangerous.The attraction was definitely mutual. And after you got him off, you—well, you got him off another way. Ever since, you’ve been going to his bar, and with each visit, you’ve been getting more and more addicted to it. You enjoy being a wild, carefree, BBC-craving whore goddess. You revel in the raw, dark desire you feel when you’re around him, the urgency you feel when you’re not around him. You gush about the size of him all over, and the potency of his seed. Your deep dark secret and lust for BBC has been revealed and it's only a matter of time before it leads to eventual impregnation. You tell me everything I’ve just told you as it’s the first time I’ve heard it. And then you tell me one final thing before you leave to take a shower: you’re late. **This video mentions the use of names a few times throughout**