D-Tained

Elizabeth was nine months along now. She'd rued the fact that D-Train had bred her, but she didn't want an abortion, so she made the best of it. And that meant him sitting in Douglas's chair in the living room, while drinking Douglas's pricy scotch whiskey and Elizabeth's mouth bobbing up and down his thirteen inch shaft. She cupped the balls with her hand, her mouth struggling with the long, fat prick.

"Your ex-husband liked some good whiskey, ho," D-Train observed, pausing to rest his large palm onto Elizabeth's scalp, face fucking her for a few minutes until she was gagging.

"T-thanks," Elizabeth muttered, making bubbles with her mouth. Then he put his other hand into her mane as well, gripping it tightly and throat fucking her roughly, and only for his pleasure.

***

After he'd finished, he'd excused himself for an 'errand' but a few minutes later, disaster struck. Elizabeth saw blue and red flashing lights just outside the driveway of her mansion. In Douglas's Mercedes, which she'd gotten in the divorce, was D-Train, with a brick of weed. As he was cuffed and taken into the cop car, he shouted towards the house.

"Get me a lawyer, ho!"