Jabo's Bride

There was something about that moment when a bride is carried across the threshold. This was Elizabeth's second such moment. The first, Douglas had labored to get her across, as slender as she was. This time, Jabo carried her like a paperweight. The first time, she'd been practically virginal. This time, she'd had a load of Don Silvio's cum marinating in her overheated sex for hours.

Jabo poured a glass of champagne for each of them.

"To a fresh start," he said happily.

"To a fresh start," Elizabeth toasted.

It wasn't long before the formalwear and underwear had been ditched, the two lovers a mixture of raw Black masculinity and peak feminine fertility. And when Jabo had finished, shooting rope after rope of thick seed into her pussy, only then did Elizabeth wonder if either seed had found purchase inside her.