Aftermath of a March

Carrie was sweaty. She had on her 'Black Lives Matter' shirt and was coming back from a march after a police shooting up in Colorado. She pulled into her condo parking spot. Her spot was filled with her ... well, Tyson's car. And the visitor spot was filled with a car she didn't recognize.

She went up the elevator, still dripping sweat as she opened the door. She saw Tyson on the couch. And on his glorious cock was Alicia, her round black ass riding him perfectly. Carrie was jealous. They looked so good together.

"Hey bitch, get over here," Tyson said gruffly. Carrie got down on all fours, as was expected in his presence, and crawled over to him. She leaned up, almost like a canine, sniffing at the carnal pleasure in front of her.

"Have you met Alicia yet?" he said, giving his baby mama a slap on the ass.

"No Daddy," Carrie said, breathing in their sex.

"Mmm....well, you've licked her juices off my cock enough, so I thought I'd let you meet each other under different circumstances. Why don't you lick my balls and ass clean of those juices, white girl." Alicia rode him slowly now, her ass cheeks barely jiggling as she squeezed her pussy on him. Carrie stuck her tongue out, licking Tyson's ass and balls clean of the slut's juices.

"Good white girl. Now, why don't you give her ass a lick, hm? Show her how obedient you can be." He wrapped his arms around Alicia, holding her tight as Carrie pushes her face up into Alicia's ass, sucking her tight ass ring. Alicia moaned loudly.

"Now, what if I told you Alicia and I were going to work on a new baby tonight, hm?" Tyson said as Carrie rimmed her ass. She wasn't stopping. She was getting into it.

"I'd ... be jealous. But I understand. You both look good together. Really good."

"Don't worry...I'm still going to have enough nut for you after. Give her a kiss on that sweet asshole, white girl. And get us some beers cold while you wait."