Juicy

Douglas jerked off, listening to his Black neighbors alternately fucking and arguing. It was Antoine and his ex-wife LaDonna. They fucked because he had a huge cock. They argued because of money. It was a tale as old as time. It was 3 a.m. now and Douglas's cock was about done, his belly covered in his own seed.

There was a knock at the door and Shanequa entered. She looked at her client with a little pity.

"Damn, you been going at it, honky," she said.

"What's up? You're late tonight," Douglas said, a little testy.

"Don't be givin' me lip, honky," Shanequa said, a little warningly. "I missed your mouth. C'mon, give Shanequa some head."

She laid down on the bed, peeling off her panties, her well-fucked pussy on display. Douglas leaned down, starting on her ass, his tongue pushing out to explore her well-traveled star. She moaned deeply, her hands holding him against her tightest hole for an age before she let him up for air. Then she wrapped her thighs around him, feeding him her pussy, warm slick nectar entering Douglas's mouth. He wondered idly if she'd been fucking that night too, but there was no seed. Just her delicious nectar.

"I'm thinkin'," Shanequa said. "You eat pussy better than anyone else I know. We both payin' rent in this shithole building. Why don't we move in together? Ain't promisin' I'll be loyal, but promisin' I'll feed you more pussy."

That, Douglas knew, was as good as he'd get.