The Swirl

Tanisha was over, hanging with you and Bruna and Amanda, her soft ebony hand resting on your ex's growing belly. Every day that ticked by, that belly grew, and as it grew larger, you felt your own time wane. But you weren't really focused on your own mortality. You were focused on Tanisha's fingers slowly dipping down past her swollen belly, down to her equally swollen sex.

Amanda murmured contently, her thighs spreading as her lesbian lover's fingers skillfully darted between the dewy folds of her sex. Her thumb massaged Amanda's clit.

"You know what I'd like, baby?" Tanisha asked breathlessly.

"Mmm, what's that?" Amanda said, her eyes closed to slits.

"For Bruna to fuck me while I eat this white pussy," Tanisha purred. Amanda's eyes flitted open wide.

"Well, shit," she chuckled. "Hell yeah, that's easy."

***

You were in the audience for this one, curled up on your chair with a blanket, rubbing your remnant nub, watching Tanisha eat Amanda's pussy. The Black woman was skilled you had to admit, her tongue adroit and agile as it lapped and prodded and suckled at your ex's dripping sex.

Behind Tanisha was Bruna, that big Brazilian cock thrusting in and out of the stripper's wanton, drooling cunt, her balls popping Tanisha's clit. That shock of bright pink from the inside of Tanisha's cunt, to the dark black folds on the outside, was striking to you. You felt yourself start to drool and ooze downstairs.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're making me cum," Amanda whined. Check that. Your remnant was drooling a lot now. You just needed to be part of the action next time.