1. Knowing what she is wearing


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: woreout, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    a matching garter belt that had six gaters holding up a pair of black seamed lace top stockings. Her hills where at least six inches tall. Oh and she wasn't wearing panties. She put her hands on her hips and said look at my face you pervert. When I did I noticed she had cut her hair into bangs. They where long and came just above her highly arched eye brows. She was wearing white red lips stick. How do I look she asked. Damn it is all I could say. Do I look OK she ask? Well honey you look perfect if we where shooting a porn, but we will be outside. She said you goofy fucker I'm going to wear a dress. Then she went back to our room. In another few minutes she came back in the den wearing the dress she picked out. It was white with big red apples printed all over it. It came to the tip of her knee. How does this look she asked . The top was just low enough so her pushed up tits shown. I said that's perfect. I opened the passenger door and she sat down like it was a first date. As soon as we where on the road the modesty faded. She pulled the hem of her dress up so her father clasp showed. I saw our photographer at the field he had told me to meet him at. As I pulled down I noticed he wasn't alone. There was a tall well built black guy with him. Before we pulled up to where they where my wife joking said we are shooting a porn, just look at the black guy. I nervously said yeah right. I was instructed where to park for the best shots. As I was holding the door for my wife to ...
    get out our photographer walked over and was treated to a full view of my wife's legs over the stocking tops. She stood and brushes her dress down. He said you are lovely my dear, do you know the car owner very well? She smiled and said we used to have sex along time ago. I snickered at that. He didn't comment on that. He took her arm and brought her over to the sunny side if the car. Thomas he called out, bring me the telephoto. The black guy walked over and handed him the lense. He introduced Thomas as a intern. He was studying photography and needed some experience. As the pictures where being snapped and poaes set Thomas and I had to stay far enough away that our shadows didn't get in the pictures. He asked me if that was my wife. I don't know why but I told him no. He asked if we where dating or anything. I again lied and said no, she is just a girl I found to model. He waited a little but before admitting he wanted to get to know her. I said I had heard she puts out. He rubbed his chin and said really. It was a hot sunny day and I was sweating my ass off. Thomas had taken his shirt off and his black skin was shinning with swet. The photographer called for a break and came up the his truck where Thomas and I where. He laid his camera inside the truck and took a bottle water from his cooler. He handed it to Thomas and told him to see if that young lady was thirsty. I started asking questions about how he had gotten into that line if work. He said he had always liked taking ...
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