Knocked Up

Elizabeth and D-Train fucked almost constantly -- and never with a condom. She wasn't sure that this was more than a fling, so she kept on the birth control, but dwelling on her path and motherhood and Jamaal and relationships had made her forgetful.

"You're my ho," D-Train growled into her ear, burying his enormous prick deeper into her.

"Fuck ... I am, I am," Elizabeth replied, her eyes rolling back as he pistoned in and out of her hot, creamy pussy.

"Might have to share this fine white ass with my crew ... or maybe pimp your ass out," he continued, slapping her ass. This was a recurring theme with him, sharing her like a commodity. It made her hot, but always made it feel more ... temporal.

"Whatever you fucking want, I'm yours," she said, feeding into his fantasy. She felt his cock begin to pulse at the idea of pimping out a former beauty queen, and then filling her womb with his seed, as he always did. But this time, the seed was doing its job.