Mo and Presley

"Your old childhood bed, huh?" Mo said, looking around the room. Presley chuckled.

"It was Joanie's room growing up. After dad left the White House, I got this room," she explained.

They laid on the bed, talking about wedding plans and growing up and what they both wanted out of life. Politics didn't come up at all. It was refreshing for Mo, frankly. Then they heard them. Chad in one room with his wife. Sam in the other room with her husband, Jared.

"They don't waste any time, do they?" Mo observed.

"Putnams fuck hard and work hard," Presley responded, chuckling. She reached down, rubbing Mo's growing bulge. He leaned down, kissing her passionately.

"Well, that I can attest to," he said, reaching down to rub her large breasts, then unbutton and unzipping her jeans. He tugged them off her round ass, exposing the tan cheeks, then laid her back onto her old bed, her legs naturally spreading and curling around her mate's waist. He pushed his large Black cock against her pink slit, and she cooed pleasingly as he pushed, burrowing his prick into her. He thrusted a few times, until he was deep inside her, her cunt bathing his shaft in cream. He fucked her hungrily, his hips thrusting time and again, making her cum, making her cry and need more than any of her siblings before bellowing out, as he filled his future bride with cum.