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Bent Over By My White Boss | Aaliyah Jackson
The day was just beginning and Erickya was already quite tired. She had dropped her children off to school, made some essential payments, cleaned the house and then headed off to work. As a single mother of two, she worked very hard every day, draining her of any vigour. She wasn't even spared the weekends as she had to take up a second job. But she was proud to say she never let her kids actually feel the financial difficulty that they were going through.
She even refused to date men so she could focus on her children and her career. Although she did pose a truly attractive figure – she was an ebony beauty, tall and statuesque, and she chose to keep her natural hair, lusciously wild and curly instead of going for a weave. This made her catch everyone's eye which she did not mind. She had a perfect hourglass figure, her large breasts sat upon a waist that was commendably small considering motherhood and age. Of course, the amount she moved around, for work, for her children and for house keeping meant that she didn't have to do much else to keep her figure intact. The final touch was her admirable derriere. Her behind was round, large and demanded to be looked at even in the most conservative of clothing. Erickya was also worried that it was her authentic African look that drew men to be attracted to her, that they simply saw her as some exotic fruit to be consumed and she did not want to give in to that.
But that did not mean she didn’t feel the need for sex. If anything, she was all the more horny for the lack of stimulation. The temptation to surrender to one of the lustful glances levied at her was a constant struggle to battle. After she would put her kids to sleep she would, on many nights, bring out the little vibrator she kept hidden in her purse and use it on herself, silencing the moans she would make when she experienced her climax by biting against her fluffy pillow. However, this was not all she did.