Aaron and Valentina

"C'mon, baby boy, put that tongue on my ass where it belongs," Valentina instructed Aaron, who now wore a collar with the word '****' engraved on it and a silver medallion with Valentina's contact information on it. He was her pet.

Aaron greedily ate his Mistress's ass, long, thick licks with the flat of his tongue. He wa sskilled at avoiding the long, fat black cock of D-Train's railing his Mistress.

"Beg him, baby boy," Valentina whispered quietly.

"Mistress?" Aaron said groggily.

"You love my daughter, don't you baby? Beg D-Train to be a baby daddy again. Beg him to breed your Mistress. Tell him you'll take the responsibility."

This was something more, Aaron realized dully. Something deeper. It wasn't a proposal, but it was damn close. But he needed to say yes.

"Breed her, D-Train," he begged the thug. "Breed Valentina again. I'll pay the support, every cent. I'll do the nurture. Just be the nature, please."

And then Aaron got to sit on his heels and watch this Black man breed his Latina goddess. It was everything he hoped it would be.