Chocolate Sunday

Across town, Douglas Lancaster and Shanequa Lancaster were having a similar ritual. Except Shanequa was perched on the kitchen table, her husband perched before her, his white face buried between her Black thighs. Douglas's tongue pushed inside her, Shanequa biting her lower lip, both of them struggling to keep silent. She moaned lightly as his tongue pulled out, plying against her tight star, roaming across her perineum, then back onto her silken sex.

"That's it cracker, get your morning breakfast," Shanequa hissed at him. A dollop of thick cum leaked out of her pussy, and down Douglas's throat. She gripped her husband's nearly bald scalp, holding him tight to her sex as more thick deposits from Jaylen dripped out of her pussy, and into Douglas's belly. It was their weekly ritual, and Douglas's prerequisite to fucking her pussy. She smiled at him.

"C'mon, let's go shower and you can get your two pumps in," she teased him, shaking her round former-stripper ass at him, knowing he was completely at her beck and call.