Lamar's Crib

"Another glass of Henny?" Lamar said smoothly. Elizabeth held up her glass, and he tipped the bottle, filling it with more of the liquor. "I'm surprised you ain't wanting some rich bitch red wine shit or something."

"My tastes ... " Elizabeth said, hiccuping. "Have evolved a lot."

"Such as being a ho," Lamar observed.

"Indeed," Elizabeth said. "It's an acquired taste. Like the Henny." Lamar couldn't keep himself off the raven-haired beauty anymore, tipping her chin up and kissing her deeply. Elizabeth closed her eyes during the kiss, her hand wandering to Lamar's crotch, rubbing the big bulge nestled within.

"Mmm. Strong. Serious. Dangerous. Quite the catch, sir," Elizabeth said, deftly undoing his pants and tugging out his black cock. "Such a beautiful cock. Like a fuckin' horsecock on a beautiful man."

Lamar stripped Elizabeth, playing with her heavy D-cup breasts and her waxed pussy, working her clit for a moment till she moaned hard.

"You ain't so bad yourself, bitch. But you gotta work hard to push Shanequa off the perch of best bitch."

"Watch me," Elizabeth said, her big blue eyes wide as she knelt down, and wrapped her lips around the tip of Lamar's cock. She pulled the foreskin back, pushing her mouth down his shaft, getting him into her throat. Her hands gripped his heavy hanging sac, letting a finger tease against his asshole, letting him know she was full-service. She gagged sloppily on his cock, and he gripped her head firmly, skullfucking the former beauty queen, until both her face and his cock were a mess. Only when he'd prevailed, only then did he pull out, coating her spittle-covered face in a thick layer of his seed.

"That ... ain't a bad start," Lamar allowed. "You stay the night."