His Rightful Place

Douglas sat next to them on the bed. G-Dawg was drinking a Henny; Chelsie was drinking a non-alcoholic fruity concoction. They'd just finished taking photos. G-Dawg's hands on her baby bump. It was like they were married. And Douglas was laying beside them, his cock completely ignored. He was in heaven.

After they finished the drinks, Chelsie got onto all fours. G-Dawg slipped behind her, slapping his cock on her velvet pussy. He looked over at Douglas.

"Whose pussy is this?" he asked, taunting.

"Your pussy," Douglas whispered.

"Damn straight," G-Dawg agreed, laying the wood to Douglas's wife. After a few minutes, watching that huge Black cock sheath itself in his wife's pussy, Douglas tugged out his cock, cumming long before G-Dawg. And then he grabbed a blanket, retreating to his position on the couch, listening to the heavenly orchestra of a Black bull and a white wife as he tried to sleep.