Too Much for Old Hearts

She should have turned down the heat, Elizabeth thought. The elderly Abe rutted over her, his thick prick shining with her juices, his skin glossy with sweaty, which constantly dripped onto Elizabeth's fair skin. Her legs were parted wide, her feet digging into his ass like a rider with a recalcitrant horse. He was laboring mightily, pounding his cock into the tight pink pussy.

"Fuckin' ... whore ..." Abe gasped, his belly heavy from a fine meal.

"Abe, we can slow down or stop if you need to," Elizabeth said, concerned.

"No ... I'm good," he panted. He went another twenty minutes, cumming into her and immediately sliding off of her, drenched in sweat. Elizabeth went to freshen up, and could tell as soon as she got out that something was wrong.

"Abe," she said, rubbing his shoulder, then noticing that he wasn't breathing. "Abe?!" No response. She picked up the phone and called 911, but it was too late.

A few doors down, Moses Jones was having the same experience with Allie Williams. The two manipulative Black titans of the community had been felled, not by justice, not by a vote, but from white pussy.