Bulldyke

LaDonna gave Elizabeth the silent treatment for weeks, just giving her a cold stare as Elizabeth's belly became more and more pronounced. Elizabeth was almost at her breaking point -- almost ready to call it and head back to South Carolina.

It was late, just as LaDonna was getting home, and Elizabeth was about to get ready for work. She could tell LaDonna had been drinking heavily. The stout Black woman pushed the door open.

"Fuckin' bitch ..." she said. "Fuckin' man lover."

"LaDonna ... you're drunk," Elizabeth said uncertainly. "Can we talk later? I can come by after work."

"Fuckin' bitch," LaDonna repeated. She pushed Elizabeth back onto the bed, starting to disrobe. Elizabeth noticed changes. The flannel shirts were common for LaDonna. But boxers, and not trimming her leg hairs or armpits ... that was new. And when she turned around, Elizabeth saw a long, Black strapon dangling between LaDonna's legs. "I'll show you who fucks best."

She leaned down, kissing Elizabeth, smelling of smoke and fire. She wasn't masculine, per se ... but she was starting to become a butch bitch. Her long tongue aggressively tangled with Elizabeth's, as the large toy started to penetrate her.

And true to her word, LaDonna did fuck quite well. Her ass pistoned in and out, pounding the gorgeous beauty queen, still wearing her chicken chain shirt and visor. LaDonna paused only to put her on all fours, pounding her cunt while spanking her aggressively, seeking to establish herself as the alpha in the house.

By the end, Elizabeth was well late for work, but back under LaDonna's thumb.