Wine and Roses

When Carrie got to the apartment she shared with Nia, things were a little different. There was a bouquet of flowers at the entry way. There was a glass of wine on the kitchen countertop. There were rose petals leading from the entryway to the bedroom. When Carrie entered the bedroom, she saw Nia, nude, staring expectantly at her.

"Hey babygirl," Nia said. Her heavy black breasts rose up and down in arousal. Her pussy was drooling already.

"Hey, baby," Carrie said, her eyes softening. She stripped quickly, her big ghetto ass and fake tits on display for Nia.

"I've never been with a woman longer than I have with you. You're a great ho, but you're a better lover. And I just wanted to make you feel appreciated." Carrie's heart melted.

They kissed, they drank, they danced, they made love. Perhaps this was her place, Carrie thought. She couldn't be a ho forever, but being Nia's wife wasn't such a bad outcome.