Best Man Status

Chris had half-feared and half-hoped that he'd be fluffing Donovan all the time. But it seemed Elizabeth was more content knowing Chris would do it for her -- that he'd do anything for her.

In many ways, that came in the form of being less her fiance, and more her bestie. He went to rom-coms with her, made daiquiris for her, wore matching pajamas with her. He was a partner for her in ways that Douglas had never been.

And she rewarded his utter subservience. Here he was, getting a blowjob from the raven-haired beauty, her plump lips sliding up and down his six and a half inch cock. Her blue eyes, filled with mirth, looked up at him. Behind her, Donovan was plowing her pink pussy as only a Black bull could. Elizabeth pulled her wet mouth off Chris's cock with an audible plop.

"How's it feel, knowing your best man is fucking your future bride?" Elizabeth asked, tugging on Chris's cock. She pulled a slender pink dildo out of the drawer, lubing it up.

"G-g-good," Chris answered, honestly. "S-s-so hot watching you fuck."

"Mmmhm. You better keep thinking thatafter he knocks me up. You're a good stepfather to the kids, you know, even Xavier. But it's going to be different, married and knocked up with my Bull's baby. If I had a white bull, people would only wonder. Is it the mailman's? Is it Chris's? But not so here," she taunted him. They watched his hypno porn together, and she knew just what would drive up to the brink, as she started to slide the dildo up his ass. Chris moaned loudly as she penetrated him, the talk making his cock leak.

"That's my sweet boy," Elizabeth purred, fucking Chris with the dildo. "My sweet white boy ... the last of his lineage." That set him off, causing his cock to start spurting thin, weak ropes of seed all over the bed. Elizabeth watched, closing her eyes momentarily as Donovan hit the spot, prompting her own orgasm. Then she resumed, tormenting and pleasuring her fiance.