Wifely Duties

Elizabeth woke up earlier than Jabo. The former crime lord liked to sleep in during his retirement, which dovetailed nicely since his remaining interest, Sugar's strip club, was a naturally late night endeavor.

Jabo wasn't hard, but it wasn't difficult to coax an erection out of him. And he was still sizeable -- larger than Douglas -- even when limp. She wrapped her soft wet lips around his cock, gently nursing on it, adding copious amount of drool to it. He murmured nonsensically as he woke up.

"Oh baby," he said, looking around. "This is the way to wake up."

"You always say that," Elizabeth said, rolling her eyes but smiling as well. She felt him start to swell as she orally ministered to him, providing a steady suction as her lips stretched around his fuckpole. Soon enough, she was bobbing her mouth up and down on it with abandon, taking him into her throat with each stroke.

"God ..." Jabo grunted. "Yes ... fuck yes .... take it bitch."

He liked to call her a bitch when he was close. It used to bother her, but really, it was an instinct form the past.

She doubled down, deep throating him.

"God, you dumb fuckin' bitch ... take it .... take my fuckin' cum!" he bellowed, pulling out and coating her face in thick ropes of seed. He panted, putting the last droplet on Elizabeth's tongue.

Elizabeth laid back next to him, taking each rope of cum and transporting it from her face to her mouth. She fed him lots of pineapple, and she enjoyed his seed.