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Moving Day (Interracial Gangbang Erotica)
(Trevon Carter)

Christine peered through a slit between the wall and the curtain, her eyes gazing upon his magnificent black member.  She almost let out a gasp but put her hand to her lips.  It was rock hard, throbbing as it stood proudly erect.  Her husband's penis looked like a kid's compared to Lester's thick, powerful rod.

"Fuck, can't believe I gotta get off in some stranger's house," he complained quietly.  "But damn she had that fine ass body," he continued.

She couldn't believe her eyes or ears.  He wasn't talking to anyone in particular as he closed his eyes and rubbed his shaft.  Christine was completely speechless as she watched the short, stocky black man masturbate right in front of her.

Her hand crept back between her legs and against her wet pussy.  She couldn't help but rub her own slit as she watched Lester slide his hand back and forth along his long hard shaft.  Any semblance of reason was long gone as she continued to peer through the small opening.

Christine began to slide her index finger back and forth against her slit, gently pressing the tip into her crotch.  A slight moan escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth with her other hand.  She froze and tried to step back but slipped on the curved edge of the tub.

Lester turned his head and stepped back in surprise as the curtain flew open.  Christine used it to try to prevent her from falling.  He reacted quickly, bolting forward and grabbing her wrist and stopping her from falling any further.  His eyes were glued to her crotch, her skimpy little bikini thong pushed to the side, revealing her hot pink sex.

"Damn..."  He whispered.

"Oh no..."  Christine groaned as she looked down at him.

Her face was now completely red and her hand quickly reached down to try and adjust her thong.  He grinned and licked his lips as he helped to steady her.  Christine's eyes slowly lowered down to his crotch, seeing his massive member twitch between his legs.

"You spying on me?"  He asked.

"What?  No... I was... I mean, I was here but..."  Christine stuttered, unsure of what she could say.

"Well, either you were spying on me or were enjoying yourself in here on your lonesome," Lester replied.  "Either way, I have something that can help you out," he continued.  His massive black rod twitched, hardening slightly as he grinned.

"No, you don't understand... This... I mean, I wasn't...  I wasn't masturbating in here before you came in," Christine blurted.

Lester released her wrist and wrapped his hand around his thick shaft.  He spit on the tip and then slid it down with his palm.  Christine pursed her lips as she saw his cock grow thicker and longer.

"So this is what made you pleasure yourself, huh?"  Lester teased.

"What?  No... That's not..."  Christine paused.  He was right.  Seeing his massive black member a few feet away from her had excited her.

"It's all right, happens all the time.  Come here, why don't you give it a touch?  Don't worry, it don't bite," Lester said as he waved her in while stepping back towards the toilet.

Christine hesitated, her eyes still glued to his thick black cock.  His hand continued to stroke up and down, occasionally squeezing the tip.  She could see a bit of his cum leaking out, helping to lubricate his movements.