Preparing for a Homecoming

Douglas came out of the shower. It was early. Too damn early.

"You gotta get out this fuckin' early?" Shanequa said, shielding her eyes.

"Gotta get a turkey in," Douglas answered. "Gotta get out early to hunt. Shalonda is going to be home for Thanksgiving after all."

Shanequa smiled, despite the time. He truly did love her, even though he didn't father her. She crooked her finger at him.

"C'mere, peckerwood," she said saucily. Douglas knew what that tone meant. He dropped his pants. Well, he'd have a story for the guys at the lodge tonight at least, he thought. He hardened easily around his Black goddess, and he moved over to her. Shanequa pulled her panties to the side, wrapping her long, lotioned legs around her white boy and pulling him into her.

He fucked her in short, clipped strokes, her wet hot heat clenched around his small shaft, his big balls bouncing off her asshole.

"Fuckin' cracker, cum in me," she said greedily. "Cum in me. I'm bringing in Jaylen after you leave. That brotha gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard."

Mentioning her bull set Douglas off, of course. His small cock started shooting jet after jet of thick cum into the ebony beauty, and he collapsed on top of her. She allowed him a few minutes.

"Better go hunt baby. I want it to be a special day for our darling Shalonda."