Antoine and Reena

It was late on Saturday morning. Douglas had left hours ago, but Antoine and Reena lingered in bed. They'd already made love twice so far that day, and to Reena's perpetual amazement, the large Black hose between Antoine's legs was still twitching.

"I can't believe how big it is," Reena gushed. "It's like a horse."

"An apt description," Antoine agreed. He mewled contentedly, feeling Reena's soft hand wrap around it, tugging it. "Where is the white boy at anyway?"

"He had some work to do," Reena said, her thumb playing with the underside of Antoine's cock, entranced as she toyed with the foreskin.

"You know, you need to keep an eye on him," Antoine said. He wasn't sure how to broach it, but it simply came out. Reena's big brown eyes blinked demurely, looking away from Antoine's giant prick.

"Why is that?" Reena asked, having a serious conversation now, but keeping her small hand attached to his huge cock.

"He's ... fuck ... self-destructive," Antoine said, starting to hump upward, just a little. "With Elizabeth, he set us up. Then he cheated on her with their babysitter. And ... Jesus ... it just never sat right with me. If you want something, say it. Don't burn it all down so your girl does what you want."

Reena considered this, adding some more sweet smelling cream to her lotion, and wrapping her hand more firmly around Antoine's cock.

"So what does he want?" Reena asked, rubbing Antoine's chest with one hand as she tugged his cock

"Honestly, to lose it all. Over and over again. So you'll have to save him from himself. But keep an eye on him, because if he betrays you ... it's over. I've seen it. What would make him happy? To not be in control. To have risk, real risk."

Reena nodded, focusing now on the handjob, but her mind was going a million miles a second.