Menial Labor

"Hmmm, it's still a little crooked," Reena said, eyeballing the painting. "A little to the right, stud."

D-Train adjusted the painting.

"Hmm, still not quite right," Reena said. "A little to the left."

D-Train adjusted the painting.

"Hmm. I don't know."

D-Train growled, pulling out a level.

"Bitch, it's perfect," he said, half-facetiously. "Why the fuck you want a big tiger painting in the bedroom anyhow."

Reena quirked his lips. He still had a lot left to refine, she thought, but she didn't start a fight about it. "Tigress, not tiger. In India, it's a symbol of strength, fearlessness and being regal. All things I want our daughter to be." She put her hand on her hip, striking a sassy pose. D-Train's eyes softened, seeing her growing belly, her hairy pussy, her breasts, growing fuller as motherhood approached.

"Yeah, word," he said. Reena could see his boxers starting to tent, chuckling at his almost constant need to fuck. She took two steps forward to him, tugging down his boxers with one simple movement, his fat Black cock pushing against her hip.

"My, someone is up again already," she purred.

"Bitch, it is always ready," D-Train said. She rolled her eyes at how crude and uncouth he was, but he did have one ... large ... redeeming value.

***

She was partial to riding him, given that she was pregnant and it allowed her to control the pace. She held his rigid fuckstalk in her small hand, guiding her still tight pussy down upon it, pausing after the head entered her. She sat there quietly for a moment, feeling it stretch her. She wondered if it would ever get easier. It had to, she concluded. To raise a tigress, she needed to be a tigress.

Soon enough, she was bouncing up and down his cock, taking him with deep strokes, her velvet cuntwalls milking him expertly. His fingers were down, rubbing erogenous zones -- her pussy, her asshole, whatever he wanted. She was his fuckpuppet in these moments, never denying him, moaning noisily as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Only after she was herself sated, and on the brink of collapse, did he gift her with his cum. They lay there, panting and sweating in bed. A few minutes later, Aaron opened the door.

"Oh," he said lamely. "I missed some fun. Hey, is this painting crooked?"