Cleanup

Elizabeth crawled behind Moses, her face flushed, utterly humiliated. Such a mistake to come here, she thought. But now that she was here ... it wouldn't be easy to extricate herself. And what would she even do? Sugar's? Moses walked back into his bedroom, where Julia was waiting. She was nude, her lithe frame glowing as her Black husband approached. Her green eyes flicked over briefly to the brunette beauty in the corner, mirth playing at the corner of her mouth. Moses dropped his pants, his long, fat cock already mostly stiff.

"Recognize this, bitch?" he asked Elizabeth. She swallowed, flustered. The words came out haltingly as she stammered.

"Y-y-yes M-m-massa," she mumbled.

"Damn fuckin' right, cracker," he chuckled. He didn't need to be blown or stroked. He was primed for this, to rub her nose in it. He rubbed the thick head against Julia's lips, and pushed inside her unceremoniously. Even as accustomed as Julia was, she moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head. Elizabeth could remember that feeling.

It was eerily quiet. Just the moans of Julia, the grunting of Moses, the squelching of Julia's cunt and the loud slapping sounds of Moses's wrinkled old balls popping her ex-bestie's pucker. Julia came ... once ... twice ... thrice. Moses was sweating profusely over her now, his large frame rutting back and forth with increased urgency. His balls tightened, his asshole started to twitch, as he started to empty out his heavy sac in his blonde trophy wife. Then he rolled over, gesturing to Elizabeth, and then to Julia's pussy.

"Get the fuck over here and clean, cracker."