July 9, 2025 • 15 mins
It started as a sort of joke.
My wife Charmaine said she would like to open an Onlyfans page to start posting erotic photos of herself. I told her to go ahead, assuming nothing would come out of it. However, I was wrong.
Months later, Charmaine's page has blown up with subscribers, but they are asking for the main thing: when would they get to see her have sex with other men. As with me, I couldn't help but ask a similar question: Where does one usually go to find black men who’d love to fuck a horny middle-aged wife?
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Twitter: @DsoulDamien
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My wife Charmaine said she would like to open an Onlyfans page to start posting erotic photos of herself. I told her to go ahead, assuming nothing would come out of it. However, I was wrong.
Months later, Charmaine's page has blown up with subscribers, but they are asking for the main thing: when would they get to see her have sex with other men. As with me, I couldn't help but ask a similar question: Where does one usually go to find black men who’d love to fuck a horny middle-aged wife?
Website: Damiendsoul.com
Twitter: @DsoulDamien
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/shango-s-zone--3005964/support.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
My wife, Charmaine, decided one autumn morning that she was
going to start an OnlyFans page. I thought she was
joking and paid her in no mind. I wished her
good luck, then turned over on my side of the
bed and fell asleep. Morning came and I showered, got dressed,
kissed her goodbye, and then set off for work, leaving
(00:21):
her to her own devices. I left my loving wife
of four years that fateful morning and went to work,
but returned later that evening to a different woman. Charmain
welcomed me home, as she often did, fixed me a
hearty dinner, and later, while we relaxed in the living room,
brought over our laptop to show me what she had
done all morning. She opened a folder that contained numerous
(00:45):
photos she had taken of herself with her cell phone.
Each photo portrayed her in a different outfit and was
taken from different parts of the house, showcasing herself in
several evening weares, swimsuits and lingerie, gorgeously sexy to the
camera's eye. My god, Charmain, are those you yes? Babe?
(01:09):
She giggled, What do you think? I think You've got
an incredible body, is what I think? I haven't seen
you like this since. It had been months, if not years,
since Charmain dared be this naughty. That was before and
right after we got married. Since then, our sex life
(01:29):
had grown mundane as we settled into becoming a typical
American couple, full of hopes and dreams, but racked with
debts and mortgages. We hadn't even decided when to start
having kids. But here was Charmaine revealing her tits and
semi nude figure in photograph after photograph. I preferred the
ones of her wearing thong panties. I felt myself getting
(01:50):
arise the longer I viewed her photos. Why didn't you
send me any of these when you took them. I
didn't know how you'd react, she said. Anyway, I signed
up for an OnlyFans account in the morning and posted
also on my Twitter account. She opened a browser and
showed me what she had been doing all day. I've
(02:11):
gotten a number of responses so far. I perused her Twitter,
Instagram and OnlyFans content. True enough, there were various likes
and comments on them, all expressing positive engagement. This was astonishing,
as it never occurred to me a day would come
when I'd see my wife in such outrageous light. Charmain
(02:33):
was previously a middle school teacher, but gave up the
grueling work as it provided little pay for her effort.
We had talked about her finding something decent and less
time consuming that she could do while minding the home.
Never debing an online model ever crossed my mind. Charmain
was caressing my crotch, grabbing at my hard and growing.
(02:55):
I see someone's getting aroused. She coued, how about we
take things into the bedroom, Dear. I left the laptop
on the sofa, and together we made for the bedroom.
The sex that night was incredible, far amazing than the
last time we made love, of which I couldn't recall.
That was the start of a new life for us.
(03:17):
It was like we'd finally found the one thing that
made us unique, something we could do together with love
and joy, regardless of how unsavory it might feel to others.
I have nothing against women showing off their bodies online,
as I have no grudges against sex workers out there.
If there was one woman's body I should generously appreciate
(03:37):
the most, it should be my wife. I decided I
would do whatever was necessary to make her achieve whatever
dream she wanted to become, regardless of whether I was
at home or off at work. We organized ourselves, deciding
weekends as the best time to make her exotic modeling
dreams come through. I took up the task of being
(03:58):
her photographer and lightning it expert. I visited various appliance
shops to purchase lightning equipment, transforming our bedroom into a
makeshift studio. Every Saturday morning, I positioned Charmaine in various
arousing poises in our bedroom and took as many photos
as I could. I got her lying on her back,
(04:18):
on her elbows and knees, including sideways. Charmaine involved her
various sex toys in the picture. I took shots of
her fucking her dildo, including pouring milpe down her tits
while she lay on the floor. We often ended up
making love when we finished for the day. Charmaine later
suggested that we do some shooting outside. We lived in
(04:42):
a gated community and such activity was prohibited because of
our neighbors. We decided to drive off into the countryside
and make like we were going for a picnic. I
brought a basketful of edibles, a bottle of wine and
a blanket roll for such an occasion, find a suitable
spot far from lurking eyes, and Charmaine would strutten her erotic,
(05:05):
half revealing outfit while I snapped and filmed her with
my camera. We would then enjoy our picnic hour under
the clear blue sky. The results were fantastic. Her followership
grew astronomically. Each week her followers sordid comments demanded more
raunchy stuff. As months passed, with Charmaine's output growing and
(05:26):
getting better, we were then faced with the inevitable, what
are you going to fuck some BBC? Demanded one of
her patrons. Charmain was confused by this, except I wasn't
with how lude and raunchy things were getting. I knew
it was a matter of time before we reached this point. Darling,
what's BBC? She asked me after reading the message big
(05:49):
black cock? I answered casually. They want to see you
fuck a black man, but I never thought of doing
that ever, She replied, are they insane? It's where the
money is, babe. It won't be any fun for them
to see us having sex. Black men are the preferred best.
(06:10):
Charmain was dumbfounded by this turn of events. She took
some time off to reflect on the idea. I got
her to watch various interracial porn videos, including works of
other esteemed online models posting videos on their OnlyFans channel.
Charmain was amazed by the sudden revelation to think that
(06:30):
we had been small potatoes this entire time. How are
we going to find someone? She asked me one evening.
Days passed while I pondered the question, where does one
usually go to find black men who'd love to fuck
a horny middle aged wife. One evening, while returning home
from work, I stopped at a bar for a drink,
(06:51):
still tossing the question in my head, when a commotion
suddenly happened in the room. At the far corner. Two
burly looking men were having a heated argument. All heads
looked in their direction. They were on the cusps of
exchanging blows, when a black man in a leather outfit
looking twice as heavy, came between them and managed to
(07:12):
diffuse the situation before it could get ugly. The burly
men finished their drinks and left the bar grumpy. The
black man returned to his stool by the bar counter,
and conversation returned to normalcy. I signaled to the bartender
to send him a drink on me. The man looked
up when the bartender placed a glass of scotch before
(07:32):
him and indicated who it was from. He smiled and
nodded his acceptance. My name is Dwight, he shook my
hand after I had introduced myself. Thanks for the drink,
my pleasure, I said. I like the way you stop
those guys from breaking up the place. They're old buddies
(07:52):
of mine, always losing it over some dumb argument or whatever.
They'll be friends again come morning. Teen. You talking for
a while. The whole time I was fidgeting with myself
about how to present my proposal to him. Dwight seeming
to notice I had something on mind, and after a
while decided to help me out. What's it you really
(08:14):
want to talk to me about, fella. You might think
it crazy if I said it, but I want you
to know I'm being honest here. I was speaking so
fast I could barely slow myself. I won't mind paying
for your time if that would help. It'll only be
for an hour's work. Am I gonna hurt somebody? If
(08:35):
that's what you want, then you might as well forget it.
It took me several minutes to explain what I desired
of him. Dwight looked at me like he thought I
was loney. He ordered another Scotch, which I gladly paid for.
You sure about what you're asking, bro? Yes, yes, I am, sir.
(08:56):
If you'd like, we can leave right now. It be
an hour's worth of your time, and I'm hoping a
hundred would do for it. I pulled a hundred out
of my wallet and slid it across the counter to him.
Dwight looked at the money and then at me like
he assumed I was playing a prank on him. I
knew I was taking such a terrible risk, but right
(09:17):
then I was moving more on adrenaline and compelled myself
to look past the crazy notion I was putting in
play as long as I could achieve what I wanted
for Charmaine before she lost interest in carrying things further.
Then I figured I was on the right track. You
ain't some kind of cop that's setting me up, are you, bro?
(09:37):
I shook my head an emphatic no. He drained his scotch,
slipped the note into his pocket, and then looked at me.
I'll bite for now, but if this is some crazy stint,
I'm gonna punch your lights out and split we cool
on that white boy, cool as rain Dwight my car's outside.
(10:00):
Dwight said nothing. He was playing nice as he got
into my vehicle, and I then drove home. Charmain came
to the door, and her smile wavered when she saw
I wasn't alone. Dwight towered over me and looked far
more intimidating than at the bar. I did the introductions
and told Charmain what I'd brought him over for. Charmain
(10:21):
was apoplectic and pulled me into the kitchen to inquire
if I was insane. You don't know who he is,
she screeched at me. He might be some serial killer
for all we know. Well, let's hope he isn't. I
argued back, Look, I know this is crazy, but let's
try and be positive about this and give it a shot.
(10:44):
We went back and forth until eventually Charmain gave up
and decided to see things my way. After all, she
had charged me with finding a black man for her.
Where would she have figured I'd go looking for one
on Craigslist? Did that even still exist. We returned to Dwight,
who seemed content and pleasant lounging on our sofa. My
(11:07):
money was cozy in his pocket, so I had to
make good use of him before things went from bad
to worse. I quickly chatted with him while Charmain stood
across the room waiting. Dwight had his eyes on her,
merely nodding when I was done. He knew what the
assignment was and only needed to be told. When I
gestured at Charmain to come forward, which she did, and
(11:30):
helped her out of her clothes. Dwight took off his
jacket and shirt. Charmain stiffened as he caressed her body.
Dwight started by kissing her breasts. It took a little
while before Charmain began responding to his action. I switched
on the stage lights in the room, grabbed my camera
and started filming them. Dwight led Charmain to the sofa,
(11:54):
where they continued their foreplay. Charmain spread her legs and
allowed him to finger her cut. She responded by caressing him,
groping against his crotch. Dwight stood up and then zipped
his fly. His cock sprung out like a snake. Charmain
gasped at the sight of it. I was equally stunned
(12:14):
beyond words. His cock was bigger than a beer bottle.
I wasted no time capturing the sight of her caressing
his cock, stroking it into her mouth. Charmain sucked his
cock for what seemed like a long period before letting
him go. Dwight got out of his clothes, retrieved a
wad of condoms from his wallet, and then wore it
(12:36):
on his member. His prick looked way bigger and more impressive.
How do you want it, bitch, he grinned as he
addressed my wife. You want it rough or easy going.
Charmain looked intimidated by his organ, and so was I,
though I stayed quiet, wanting to see how things went.
I'd prefer easy, she said. Charmain knelt on the sofa
(13:00):
and offered her a butt to our black stranger. Dwight
edged forward, grasped her ass, and rubbed his cock against
her buttock. Charmain yelped intense when he worked his prick
inside her. Their bodies rubbed against each other like they
were cojoined twins. Dwight jerked his hips against Charmain's but
while wrapping his arms around her midsection. Charmain moaned and
(13:24):
let off gasping pries as Dwight picked up the pace
and started fucking her hard. He wasn't going easy anymore.
He gripped Charmain's waist and was fucking her harder and harder.
His arm muscles expanded in size, as did his torso.
Charmain kept attempting to escape his clutches, but there was
(13:45):
nowhere to go. She surrendered to the onslaught of sex
and lust being hammered on her. I rotated around them,
capturing everything through the lens of my camera. I too
felt my prig netting heart in my pants, but could
do nothing about it. Dwight fucked my wife until eventually
he let her collapse on the sofa. While he tottered
(14:06):
and stumbled behind his condom, sack was filled with seamen.
I went to Charmain to see if she was all right.
She nodded and smiled. Tell me you got everything, darling,
she gasped, yes, Han, I got everything. Good, My god,
I've never been so well fucked before. Charmain lay on
(14:29):
the sofa, trying to gather herself I invited Dwight to
our bathroom to clean himself up and offered him a towel.
When he'd finished, he had already flushed the condom down
the toilet. It was late in the night by the
time we concluded. I once again thank him for being
a gentleman. If you want me around again, you only
(14:50):
got to say the word I won't charge you. Yes,
said Charmaine, who had risen from the sofa. She came
over and hugged him. Yes, I'd love to have you
around again. Hopefully the circumstances will be a lot better
next time. Sure, lady, whatever you said. We exchanged phone
(15:15):
numbers with Dwight and then said goodbye to him as
he left our home. What an interesting night that was
for us. Listen to this episode and otherwild erotic cuckle
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(15:36):
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Take good care of yourself and goodbye for now.
My wife, Charmaine, decided one autumn morning that she was
going to start an OnlyFans page. I thought she was
joking and paid her in no mind. I wished her
good luck, then turned over on my side of the
bed and fell asleep. Morning came and I showered, got dressed,
kissed her goodbye, and then set off for work, leaving
(00:21):
her to her own devices. I left my loving wife
of four years that fateful morning and went to work,
but returned later that evening to a different woman. Charmain
welcomed me home, as she often did, fixed me a
hearty dinner, and later, while we relaxed in the living room,
brought over our laptop to show me what she had
done all morning. She opened a folder that contained numerous
(00:45):
photos she had taken of herself with her cell phone.
Each photo portrayed her in a different outfit and was
taken from different parts of the house, showcasing herself in
several evening weares, swimsuits and lingerie, gorgeously sexy to the
camera's eye. My god, Charmain, are those you yes? Babe?
(01:09):
She giggled, What do you think? I think You've got
an incredible body, is what I think? I haven't seen
you like this since. It had been months, if not years,
since Charmain dared be this naughty. That was before and
right after we got married. Since then, our sex life
(01:29):
had grown mundane as we settled into becoming a typical
American couple, full of hopes and dreams, but racked with
debts and mortgages. We hadn't even decided when to start
having kids. But here was Charmaine revealing her tits and
semi nude figure in photograph after photograph. I preferred the
ones of her wearing thong panties. I felt myself getting
(01:50):
arise the longer I viewed her photos. Why didn't you
send me any of these when you took them. I
didn't know how you'd react, she said. Anyway, I signed
up for an OnlyFans account in the morning and posted
also on my Twitter account. She opened a browser and
showed me what she had been doing all day. I've
(02:11):
gotten a number of responses so far. I perused her Twitter,
Instagram and OnlyFans content. True enough, there were various likes
and comments on them, all expressing positive engagement. This was astonishing,
as it never occurred to me a day would come
when I'd see my wife in such outrageous light. Charmain
(02:33):
was previously a middle school teacher, but gave up the
grueling work as it provided little pay for her effort.
We had talked about her finding something decent and less
time consuming that she could do while minding the home.
Never debing an online model ever crossed my mind. Charmain
was caressing my crotch, grabbing at my hard and growing.
(02:55):
I see someone's getting aroused. She coued, how about we
take things into the bedroom, Dear. I left the laptop
on the sofa, and together we made for the bedroom.
The sex that night was incredible, far amazing than the
last time we made love, of which I couldn't recall.
That was the start of a new life for us.
(03:17):
It was like we'd finally found the one thing that
made us unique, something we could do together with love
and joy, regardless of how unsavory it might feel to others.
I have nothing against women showing off their bodies online,
as I have no grudges against sex workers out there.
If there was one woman's body I should generously appreciate
(03:37):
the most, it should be my wife. I decided I
would do whatever was necessary to make her achieve whatever
dream she wanted to become, regardless of whether I was
at home or off at work. We organized ourselves, deciding
weekends as the best time to make her exotic modeling
dreams come through. I took up the task of being
(03:58):
her photographer and lightning it expert. I visited various appliance
shops to purchase lightning equipment, transforming our bedroom into a
makeshift studio. Every Saturday morning, I positioned Charmaine in various
arousing poises in our bedroom and took as many photos
as I could. I got her lying on her back,
(04:18):
on her elbows and knees, including sideways. Charmaine involved her
various sex toys in the picture. I took shots of
her fucking her dildo, including pouring milpe down her tits
while she lay on the floor. We often ended up
making love when we finished for the day. Charmaine later
suggested that we do some shooting outside. We lived in
(04:42):
a gated community and such activity was prohibited because of
our neighbors. We decided to drive off into the countryside
and make like we were going for a picnic. I
brought a basketful of edibles, a bottle of wine and
a blanket roll for such an occasion, find a suitable
spot far from lurking eyes, and Charmaine would strutten her erotic,
(05:05):
half revealing outfit while I snapped and filmed her with
my camera. We would then enjoy our picnic hour under
the clear blue sky. The results were fantastic. Her followership
grew astronomically. Each week her followers sordid comments demanded more
raunchy stuff. As months passed, with Charmaine's output growing and
(05:26):
getting better, we were then faced with the inevitable, what
are you going to fuck some BBC? Demanded one of
her patrons. Charmain was confused by this, except I wasn't
with how lude and raunchy things were getting. I knew
it was a matter of time before we reached this point. Darling,
what's BBC? She asked me after reading the message big
(05:49):
black cock? I answered casually. They want to see you
fuck a black man, but I never thought of doing
that ever, She replied, are they insane? It's where the
money is, babe. It won't be any fun for them
to see us having sex. Black men are the preferred best.
(06:10):
Charmain was dumbfounded by this turn of events. She took
some time off to reflect on the idea. I got
her to watch various interracial porn videos, including works of
other esteemed online models posting videos on their OnlyFans channel.
Charmain was amazed by the sudden revelation to think that
(06:30):
we had been small potatoes this entire time. How are
we going to find someone? She asked me one evening.
Days passed while I pondered the question, where does one
usually go to find black men who'd love to fuck
a horny middle aged wife. One evening, while returning home
from work, I stopped at a bar for a drink,
(06:51):
still tossing the question in my head, when a commotion
suddenly happened in the room. At the far corner. Two
burly looking men were having a heated argument. All heads
looked in their direction. They were on the cusps of
exchanging blows, when a black man in a leather outfit
looking twice as heavy, came between them and managed to
(07:12):
diffuse the situation before it could get ugly. The burly
men finished their drinks and left the bar grumpy. The
black man returned to his stool by the bar counter,
and conversation returned to normalcy. I signaled to the bartender
to send him a drink on me. The man looked
up when the bartender placed a glass of scotch before
(07:32):
him and indicated who it was from. He smiled and
nodded his acceptance. My name is Dwight, he shook my
hand after I had introduced myself. Thanks for the drink,
my pleasure, I said. I like the way you stop
those guys from breaking up the place. They're old buddies
(07:52):
of mine, always losing it over some dumb argument or whatever.
They'll be friends again come morning. Teen. You talking for
a while. The whole time I was fidgeting with myself
about how to present my proposal to him. Dwight seeming
to notice I had something on mind, and after a
while decided to help me out. What's it you really
(08:14):
want to talk to me about, fella. You might think
it crazy if I said it, but I want you
to know I'm being honest here. I was speaking so
fast I could barely slow myself. I won't mind paying
for your time if that would help. It'll only be
for an hour's work. Am I gonna hurt somebody? If
(08:35):
that's what you want, then you might as well forget it.
It took me several minutes to explain what I desired
of him. Dwight looked at me like he thought I
was loney. He ordered another Scotch, which I gladly paid for.
You sure about what you're asking, bro? Yes, yes, I am, sir.
(08:56):
If you'd like, we can leave right now. It be
an hour's worth of your time, and I'm hoping a
hundred would do for it. I pulled a hundred out
of my wallet and slid it across the counter to him.
Dwight looked at the money and then at me like
he assumed I was playing a prank on him. I
knew I was taking such a terrible risk, but right
(09:17):
then I was moving more on adrenaline and compelled myself
to look past the crazy notion I was putting in
play as long as I could achieve what I wanted
for Charmaine before she lost interest in carrying things further.
Then I figured I was on the right track. You
ain't some kind of cop that's setting me up, are you, bro?
(09:37):
I shook my head an emphatic no. He drained his scotch,
slipped the note into his pocket, and then looked at me.
I'll bite for now, but if this is some crazy stint,
I'm gonna punch your lights out and split we cool
on that white boy, cool as rain Dwight my car's outside.
(10:00):
Dwight said nothing. He was playing nice as he got
into my vehicle, and I then drove home. Charmain came
to the door, and her smile wavered when she saw
I wasn't alone. Dwight towered over me and looked far
more intimidating than at the bar. I did the introductions
and told Charmain what I'd brought him over for. Charmain
(10:21):
was apoplectic and pulled me into the kitchen to inquire
if I was insane. You don't know who he is,
she screeched at me. He might be some serial killer
for all we know. Well, let's hope he isn't. I
argued back, Look, I know this is crazy, but let's
try and be positive about this and give it a shot.
(10:44):
We went back and forth until eventually Charmain gave up
and decided to see things my way. After all, she
had charged me with finding a black man for her.
Where would she have figured I'd go looking for one
on Craigslist? Did that even still exist. We returned to Dwight,
who seemed content and pleasant lounging on our sofa. My
(11:07):
money was cozy in his pocket, so I had to
make good use of him before things went from bad
to worse. I quickly chatted with him while Charmain stood
across the room waiting. Dwight had his eyes on her,
merely nodding when I was done. He knew what the
assignment was and only needed to be told. When I
gestured at Charmain to come forward, which she did, and
(11:30):
helped her out of her clothes. Dwight took off his
jacket and shirt. Charmain stiffened as he caressed her body.
Dwight started by kissing her breasts. It took a little
while before Charmain began responding to his action. I switched
on the stage lights in the room, grabbed my camera
and started filming them. Dwight led Charmain to the sofa,
(11:54):
where they continued their foreplay. Charmain spread her legs and
allowed him to finger her cut. She responded by caressing him,
groping against his crotch. Dwight stood up and then zipped
his fly. His cock sprung out like a snake. Charmain
gasped at the sight of it. I was equally stunned
(12:14):
beyond words. His cock was bigger than a beer bottle.
I wasted no time capturing the sight of her caressing
his cock, stroking it into her mouth. Charmain sucked his
cock for what seemed like a long period before letting
him go. Dwight got out of his clothes, retrieved a
wad of condoms from his wallet, and then wore it
(12:36):
on his member. His prick looked way bigger and more impressive.
How do you want it, bitch, he grinned as he
addressed my wife. You want it rough or easy going.
Charmain looked intimidated by his organ, and so was I,
though I stayed quiet, wanting to see how things went.
I'd prefer easy, she said. Charmain knelt on the sofa
(13:00):
and offered her a butt to our black stranger. Dwight
edged forward, grasped her ass, and rubbed his cock against
her buttock. Charmain yelped intense when he worked his prick
inside her. Their bodies rubbed against each other like they
were cojoined twins. Dwight jerked his hips against Charmain's but
while wrapping his arms around her midsection. Charmain moaned and
(13:24):
let off gasping pries as Dwight picked up the pace
and started fucking her hard. He wasn't going easy anymore.
He gripped Charmain's waist and was fucking her harder and harder.
His arm muscles expanded in size, as did his torso.
Charmain kept attempting to escape his clutches, but there was
(13:45):
nowhere to go. She surrendered to the onslaught of sex
and lust being hammered on her. I rotated around them,
capturing everything through the lens of my camera. I too
felt my prig netting heart in my pants, but could
do nothing about it. Dwight fucked my wife until eventually
he let her collapse on the sofa. While he tottered
(14:06):
and stumbled behind his condom, sack was filled with seamen.
I went to Charmain to see if she was all right.
She nodded and smiled. Tell me you got everything, darling,
she gasped, yes, Han, I got everything. Good, My god,
I've never been so well fucked before. Charmain lay on
(14:29):
the sofa, trying to gather herself I invited Dwight to
our bathroom to clean himself up and offered him a towel.
When he'd finished, he had already flushed the condom down
the toilet. It was late in the night by the
time we concluded. I once again thank him for being
a gentleman. If you want me around again, you only
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got to say the word I won't charge you. Yes,
said Charmaine, who had risen from the sofa. She came
over and hugged him. Yes, I'd love to have you
around again. Hopefully the circumstances will be a lot better
next time. Sure, lady, whatever you said. We exchanged phone
(15:15):
numbers with Dwight and then said goodbye to him as
he left our home. What an interesting night that was
for us. Listen to this episode and otherwild erotic cuckle
tales on Shango's own podcast on Spreaker, Apple Podcast, Spotify,
and elsewhere. Visit my website damiendisoul dot com to check
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out my books blog and also to participate in my forum.
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Take good care of yourself and goodbye for now.
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