Rub a Dub Dub

It was Elizabeth's favorite spot in their home. A home that had been remade so much. The Christian artwork gone, replaced by Islamic artwork. A home once filled with white babies, and now half-African boys and girls. But this room, the bath, was still her favorite.

She was as voluptuous as ever, though her large breasts were even moreso from regular breedings by Yusuuf. He lay in the tub with her, as they often did, his frame still lean, still riddled with scars that filled her with a sense of fear, but made him even more of a man in her eyes now.

His large cock slowly rose through the suds and the bubbles, laying against his belly.

"Remember our first bath?" Elizabeth asked, her lip quirking.

"I will always remember that first bath," Yusuuf said, chuckling. Elizabeth smiled, the warm waters of the tub swirling as she climbed atop him, her body soft and silky and supple as she rode him, her eager pussy always welcoming the Black invader that had conquered her.