Almost a Wife

Shanequa patted the bedside. Elizabeth stripped quickly, taking off the boots, unzipping her skirt and tossing it all unceremoniously onto a heap in the corner. Then she stripped off her bra and panties and laid in bed with Shanequa.

She felt the Black woman's hands explore her breasts, and she moaned. There was a lot to like about the Black doll. She was cute, she was playful, and sure, she'd been ridden halfway to the moon and back -- but so had Elizabeth. She was a good co-parent, Elizabeth could be honest with her about anything, and her pussy tasted divine.

So divine, that tired as she was, Elizabeth's mouth naturally gravitated southward. She tasted the uplands, first, of course, sucking on her heavy Black breasts, kissing along her belly, and then skipped to the hinterlands, Shanequa's thick Black ass that could be thrown back with precision. But she invested most of her time in Shanequa's waxed pussy, her soft white tongue exploring it.

"Oh, that's right baby. My sweet white bitch knows where home is," Shanequa said, purring as her fingers sunk into Elizabeth's mane. Perhaps she was right, Elizabeth thought. Perhaps this was where home was. But she wanted another son or daughter to raise, another life to percolate within her first.