A Dash of Pepper

Moses had Allie in the breeding position. Her alabaster white cheeks were flushed. Her blue eyes were big and bright. Her bright red lipstick was done just right, presently in the form of an 'o'. Her breasts, while not as large as Elizabeth's, also hadn't suffered the wear and tear of multiple Black babies feeding on them. She had a dark, well-manicured landing strip, a small clit, and a tight asshole presently being pummeled by Moses's heavy sac.

She'd needed a lot of wine to get this far, topped off with some shot of something to augment her courage. Her husband had fretted and whined to the point that Allie had evicted him from the house for the entirety of this fun excursion into the taboo, and he'd taken their two kids out to a restaurant for a long dinner.

Her soft white hands glided up and down Moses's dark skin, reveling in the contrast, in the taboo, in the audacity of it all. This big Black powerhouse that had won over the neighborhood beauty queen, conquering another wife through corruptive skullduggery.

He thrust time and again, long after Teddy's meager white penis would have surrendered. Her pussy stretched to accommodate Moses's hefty fuckmeat, Allie grunting almost constantly, interrupted only by mewling orgasms.

After what felt like an eternity, she felt thick jets of his cum filling her to the brim, his sac resting on her asshole, his sperm and her eggs doing what nature intended. She kissed the nape of Moses's neck, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, before abruptly realizing he wasn't responding -- he was literally dead weight, leaving her frantically dealing with the consequences of their illicit union.