BDB

They got back to Elizabeth's home, kissing hungrily in the driveway. Monique's hands squeezed Elizabeth's ass, and Elizabeth's hands rubbed Monique's inner thighs, privately confirming the BDB label. Elizabeth shakily opened the door, and Monique whistled at the well-apportioned surroundings.

"Damn nice place you got here," she said, looking around.

"I'll give you the tour tomorrow," Elizabeth said lustfully.

***

Elizabeth took her time stripping Monique, starting with the sweatshirt, sniffing and kissing and tasting every inch of her. There was a compelling femininity to her -- Elizabeth dolled up because it was expected of her -- Monique did so because she wanted it. Her skin was soft and well-moisturized, and Elizabeth took time to quiz Monique about each tattoo, from the paw prints on her thigh, to the rose on her asscheek. They used the same soaps and shampoos, and trended to the same type of panties, if not the color. Elizabeth's hands were shaking as she pulled off Monique's panties, exposing a big black cock.

"Oh ... oh my," Elizabeth said, breathless.

"Like what you see?" Monique said, smirking, giving the already hard shaft a tug. "It likes you too." Monique quickly stripped Elizabeth, like a predator pursuing its prey, revealing her round ass, heavy milk-filled breasts, and sweet pussy.

"Damn," Monique said. "You have me ... wanting things."

"Like what?" Elizabeth said curiously.

"Like ... a life. This life. This pussy, this ass. A baby of my own, feeding on these titties. Fuck, I haven't felt like this ..." she trailed off, and then silenced her thoughts by kissing Elizabeth soundly. Elizabeth laid back on the bed, and Monique mounted her, burying her thick prick into the tender beauty queen. Elizabeth's eyes rolled back. Feminine in every way that mattered ... and masculine in the only way that mattered.