Getting Some

There were no Pakistanis or Indians tonight -- a rare occurrence. Aaron spooned behind his wife. His meager endowment was stiff, a reflexive state from nights of tugging it vigorously while Pooja fucked others. Normally she'd deny him. But tonight was different for some reason. She wasn't taking him lustfully, granted, but she didn't push him off when he ground against her ass.

And she didn't push him off when his small cock slipped into her pussy. She looked bored, staring at the ceiling while Aaron did what he could do, five minutes of minimal back and forth in her resized pussy. But when Aaron came, he thought perhaps he could father a son that resembled him, and not the degenerates around.