Elizabeth and LaDonna

Halfway across the world, Elizabeth had peace even during her waking hours. Life was hard, and meager, to be sure, but there was pleasure. There was LaDonna, a stout woman whose ebony flesh Elizabeth had memorized. And far from the almost butch woman that Elizabeth had met, LaDonna was now soft, moisturized, sweet smelling. Elizabeth's tongue laved, from LaDonna's large feet, up her calves and to her inner thighs, breathing in her sex, waxed and wet. Elizabeth didn't need cock, although Lamont ensured she had a steady supply.

But in moments like these, when her own sex was wet and aching, and her own belly swollen once more from another of Lamont's bastards ... she wanted only to feed on LaDonna's pussy, and to sate herself on it.