This wasn’t the first white wife Monroe had played, but certainly one of the most eager. He watched her soft white face bobbing up and down on his cock, her hair flying as she did, her breasts bouncing with her movements, removing his shirt, stepping out of his shoes, hooking his toes into the top of his socks and removing them, and finally touching Candace’s shoulder to stand. He stepped out of his pants at his ankles as she did.
“Lay back on the bed and spread those long legs,” Monroe said. Candace complied. “Now rub that clit and spread that pussy. Open it. I want to see up inside it, I want to see how wet you are. You are wet aren’t you?”
Candace touched her pussy. “I’m soaked.”
“Yeah,” Monroe smiled, watching this white wife do exactly as she was told. He raised his cell phone and shot a quick nude photo of her with her legs spread wide.