New Atlanta - BLACKED Tales: Morning Routine

New Atlanta - BLACKED Tales: Morning Routine

In the bright morning light of their downtown New Atlanta apartment, Isabella Ruiz stirred in bed. The 28-year-old Latina beauty stretched languidly, her caramel skin glowing against the white sheets. Her full, heavy breasts shifted as she moved, dark nipples already stiff from the cool air. She was completely naked—standard attire in New Atlanta unless a Black man preferred otherwise.

Beside her, her white husband, Ethan, watched with that familiar mix of love and **** hunger in his eyes. His micro cock—barely two inches hard—twitched pathetically against his thigh. Even after three years of marriage, Isabella still adored him. He was kind, attentive, and treated her like a queen outside the bedroom. In this city, that was rare.

"Baby..." Ethan whispered, his voice thick with need. "I know any Black guy could walk in and take you right now... but I really want you this morning. Just us."

Isabella smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection. She rolled toward him, pressing her warm, curvy body against his thinner frame. "Of course, mi amor. I love you. This little white dick is still mine," she purred, wrapping her soft fingers around his tiny erection. It fit easily in her palm.

Ethan groaned as she began stroking him with slow, loving handjob motions—her wedding ring glinting as her hand pumped up and down his micro shaft. She kissed his neck, her thick Latina ass wiggling slightly as she worked him.

"Mmm, you're so cute when you're this hard for me," she whispered tenderly. Even as she said it, a low buzz came from her phone—probably another notification from one of the Black Bulls in their building who had "rights" to her pussy whenever they wanted. She ignored it.

Ethan's hips bucked weakly into her hand. "Please... can I have your mouth too?"

Isabella giggled affectionately and slid down his body, her long dark hair cascading over his chest. She looked up at him with loving brown eyes as she took his entire micro cock into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion. There was no challenge to it—she could hold him comfortably on her tongue while gently sucking and swirling.

She gave him a slow, worshipful blowjob, humming lovingly around his tiny dick. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed him, one hand gently cupping his balls while the other stroked the base. Ethan moaned, threading his fingers through her hair.

"Fuck... I love you, Isabella. Even if... even if they own your pussy..."

She popped off for a second, strings of saliva connecting her plump lips to his glistening micro cock. "Shhh. This mouth still belongs to my husband. I love making you feel good, baby."

She dove back down, sucking him with tender devotion—long, wet strokes of her tongue and gentle bobbing of her head. Ethan lasted only a few minutes before he tensed up, whimpering as he spurted his weak load onto her tongue. Isabella swallowed every drop with a happy little moan, then kissed the head of his shrinking cock.

She crawled back up and cuddled into his arms, pressing her naked body against him. "Better?" she asked sweetly, stroking his chest.

Ethan nodded, blissed out and grateful. For a brief moment in their free-use world, she was completely his again.

But both of them knew the front door wasn't locked. And in New Atlanta, that usually meant a strong Black man would be walking through it soon to claim what was legally his.

Isabella kissed her husband's forehead. "I still choose you every morning, mi amor."