Safe Distance

Douglas was perched between Shanequa's thighs, while she smoked a cigar and drank some whiskey. Douglas's tongue dragged flatly up Shanequa's pussy, marveling at the contrast between the dark black of her cunt lips and the bright pink within. He let it dip down into her asscrack, the tip of it teasing her dark star. She bit her lip.

"Fuck, peckerwood, you do that so well," she said, sighing, one of her small feet rubbing up and down Douglas's back, having this white boy wrapped around her finger. "So I've been thinking."

Douglas paused, until she placed her hand on his head, silently directing him back to eating her ass.

"It's nothing bad, baby," Shanequa promised. "I'm thinkin' I want Jaylen as a bull for me. But I don't want him movin' in. I want you to keep bein' my husband. But ..."

Douglas pausing in his rimming. "But?"

"But ... our family ... Shalonda ... Douglas Jr. They're both pure Black. I want the rest of our kids to be pure Black. So I want Jaylen as a breeding bull."

Douglas thought about it, eating her ass. He could get the vasectomy reversed. But he had a good thing going with Shanequa, and who really cared who fathered the children as long as he raised them? He nodded, and Shanequa purred, pulling him up. He was stiff, he always was around her overheated holes. And he never lasted long enough to really merit being a breeding bull himself, he thought as he came within a few minutes. But thankfully, Shanequa understood it and was with him anyhow.