On the Couch

"C'mon in, Douglas," Donovan said smoothly. His partner, Douglas Lancaster, came into the large, ornate office. Donovan reclined comfortably on a large couch, beckoning his partner to send at the other end.

"What's the occasion?" Douglas asked warily. Donovan smirked, whistling. From the bathroom came Elizabeth, dressed in a sheer negligee. Her radiant alabaster skin and heavy breasts still amazed Douglas.

"I thought we'd give you a little show," Elizabeth said, smirking. She laid down on the couch between Douglas and Donovan. The athletic Black man unzipped his trousers, pulling out his long Black snake and rubbing it up and down Elizabeth's sex. Elizabeth moaned, her thighs spreading, her trimmed pussy already wet. Not satisfied with just the pleasure, Elizabeth hands went to Douglas's slacks, tugging his zipper down and pulling off his underwear. Then she started to giggle, turning into a chuckle. Douglas, fucking her sidesaddle, couldn't see it.

"What is it, babe?" he asked breathlessly, his big Black cock massaged expertly by Elizabeth's skilled cunt.

"Looks like my ex is trapped," she said, flicking the pink chastity device. "It's even tinier than I remember. These poor nuts." She flicked each of the nuts for good measure, then placed her head onto Douglas's thigh, squeezing his skin, raking his nails across it while her bull fucked her relentlessly.