Beta Bred

Across town, a less inspiring scene was taking place. Douglas had eaten and licked and rubbed every inch of Jada's body. By this point, he'd gotten to know her pretty well. Eight kids from eight different fathers. A longterm addiction to cheap cigarettes, malt liquor, and weed. An on-and-off addiction to crack. And a reputation as an easy lay, who'd been pimped in her darkest hours.

And for some reason, he was here, pushing his five inch cock in and out of her, while she puffed away at a Black and Mild.

"C'mon white boy, you can do better than that," she said, as his balls grinded against her asshole. They both knew he couldn't, but she was trying to get him to some new heights. He looked down, at that black body, and the pink pecker buried inside her exploded, filling her with seed.

"Fuck," she grunted, as he filled her up. She regarded him as a beta -- someone to eat pussy, but probably someone not capable of knocking her up. She was wrong in that regards.