Respite

"Good news, baby ... our problems are solved," Antoine proudly announced to Elizabeth. She was weary, shaking her ass and dancing for customers all night. But that news, so desperately needed, was music to her ears.

"Oh, Antoine," Elizabeth said, beaming. "I knew you could do it." She kissed him, desperately hungry for love and affection, desperate to no longer feel like a whore, like she was cheap. He returned the kiss hungrily, cupping her assglobes, completely revealed by the tiny g-string. He tore her clothes off, hurriedly undoing his pants, tugging out that big black cock that had long since tamed her fire.

"Oh baby," Elizabeth whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck your princess."

Antoine took out his long suffering on her, his groin slapping urgently against hers, his big black cock milked at by her sodden cunt. He drove her to orgasm after orgasm, her eyes rolling back, as his cock shot its seed into her.

But this moment, this respite, was only a temporary one. The problems of yesterday had merely been shifted to tomorrow.