Hooked

Antoine took his woman upstairs, palming her round ass. She laughed and looked back at him, then bit her lower lip and rubbed his cock. Fortunately they had good soundproofing in the house, and the baby monitors were live.

They went to the bedroom, she shared with Douglas. She peeled off her dress, looking at him lustily. He reached down, undoing his jeans and underwear. His cock always took her breath away, as she reached down to tug on it.

"Oh, Antoine," she whispered.

"Feels like you were meant to have it, hm?" he said, smirking.

"Or I'm meant to have you," she blushed.

She laid on the bed. Antoine went behind her. It was a preferred pregnancy position. He pushed inside her, his hand resting casually on her belly. Her pussy was glistening as Antoine started to fuck you, his large powerful presence making her melt.

"Oh Antoine ... oh ... oh, I was it was yours," she said hotly. Her cheeks flushed, and her guilt rose, because she meant it. And her pussy came anyway under the ministrations of her Black lover.

"Mmm, baby ... maybe the next one will be," he said, and he meant it just as much as he pounded away at his future trophy wife.