Bred and Breakfast

Elizabeth's head was still spinning, reading about the adventures and misadventures of her forebears, and a chance to get away to the beach was exactly what the doctor had ordered.

She was dressed in a blue bikini, with a towel wrapped around her lower half, chatting with Antoine while she lovingly rubbed his strong arms. Every eye was on them, she knew, in this little bed and breakfast tucked away near the beach. Occasionally, she liked doing this, being the center of attention, breaking the minds of the white owner of an establishment, the white customers, their eyes crazed as they watched this white beauty queen so clearly infatuated with her Black husband.

And those moments always led back to the bedroom, with Elizabeth's cries so clearly audible down the hall and for every guest as she took pleasure in Antoine's skilled lovemaking, his huge cock buried deep within her, her long legs wrapped around him, her heels locked into his ass.

"Knock me up, baby," she whimpered, half in this moment, half still preoccupied with the thoughts of her ancestral blood giving into the same carnal sin so many years before me. "Give me another Black baby."

"Oh God," Antoine grunted, her sex molded around his shaft perfectly, "You hot little bitch. Take it then, take my seed." He bellowed out, his balls hammering his wife's pussy as he gave her womb every drop of his seed.