The Flowers and the Trees ...

Kendi had you on all fours again, but he had a cruel crop in his hand this time, the stiff, unyielding leather capped off with a thick barb. It slashed against you again and again, and you could feel the red iron-laced liquid drip down your cheeks ... only to be replaced with that large, implacable cock against your ass. You hissed out, your eyes wet, as his cock took what it wanted, your well-fucked rosebud, precariously balancing on an axle between your white Master and your ex's Black husband.

As he drilled, you did the only thing you could do. You sniffed. Because while the tree took your ass, long and thick and so very fucking hard, the flower was perched before you. Amanda's bared pussy, smelling of pure sex, and her belly revealed, enough of a bump to reveal that her revelation to you was no lie. You leaned forward, so close, so fucking close ...

"Just sniffing, Dani. It's not your pussy anymore." So you sniffed. And yearned.