Butchy (Post-Script, Chapter II)

LaDonna smelled smoky, as ever. She wore blue jeans that accentuated her ass, and a thick flannel shirt that captured the musk and smoke.

She didn't wear perfume anymore. She'd let her body hair grow out to a full natural state. Her head hair was kept in tight cornrows. She looked a level past butch, and some mistook her for a man. She worked out more on the weights than she did cardio or squats. And somehow, Elizabeth was more addicted to her than ever.

She felt LaDonna's hand squeeze her large alabaster white bottom, breathing in the musk in her neck. God, she needed to worship every inch of this woman.

"C'mon baby," she whispered huskily. "I need to eat some pussy."

LaDonna lifted her ass, and Elizabeth inhaled deeply, here in the pit room, where she usually dined on her owner's Black pussy. It was time.