Monique's Day

Monique's days were qualitatively different from Mira's days. Monique liked to impress her culture upon Elizabeth. They were at a soul food restaurant right across from the shady strip club, Sugar's, and Monique was digging into some oxtail and rice with some chitlins. She was wearing loose sweatpants, but even pantied, Elizabeth could see the imprint of her thick Black cock.

"Mmmm, taste this, babe," Monique said, offering a bit of oxtail to Elizabeth. Elizabeth supposed that some textures and some tastes were just culturally hardwired. She smiled obligingly. Mira let Elizabeth play at Asian cuisine. Jordan was more interested in showing she was his in white settings. Only Monique wanted to truly immerse her.

Afterwards, they sat in Monique's old clunker of a car, Monique lustily kissing Elizabeth's neck, while Elizabeth's small white hand reached into Monique's sweatpants, playing with her big cock. Car sex had never been Elizabeth's jam ... that was what a home was for after all, but she indulged Monique on her days, and soon enough her dark mane was in Monique's hands, her red lipstick glossed lips gliding up and down Monique's fat pole.

"Fuck you suck that dick so good ... don't even care if anybody sees us..." Monique said, pulling the skilled fellatrix all the way down to the base. After her ten inches was fully stiff, they peeked around before transitioning into the back seat, where Monique made love to the white beauty queen.