Elizabeth and Chubbs

She heard him before he arrived. His heavy frame made a ruckus wherever it went. His rotund frame came into the house and she knelt, kissing his boots.

"Welcome to your slave's lowly quarters, Master," Elizabeth said in a soft, sultry tone. She was pregnant again, but only just.

"Thank you, slave," Chubbs said. He was naked already but for the boots, his large cock hanging between his thighs, masked by his larger gut.

She took him to her spartan bedroom, pulling off his boots and licking them clean. Then she climbed onto the bed, rolling onto her side and he was soon behind her and hard.

He shoveled his thick prick into her, reaching around with his sausage-like fingers, rubbing her thick clit.

"Oh, Master," Elizabeth cooed, "Like that. Just like that."

"Mmmhm," Chubbs grunted. "I know my bitch." He continued feeding her cock, his thick Black tool hugged by her tight cunt walls, making her cum thrice before he rewarded her with his cum.