Measures

"Girl, you done fucked up ... all he fuckin' done to you and you his fuckin' maid?" Shanequa exclaimed. The young Black beauty was heavy with Douglas's baby, her dark chocolate belly stretching her loose top to the breaking point. "And damn, bitch ... why the fuck you have all that child support going straight to Moses? No wonder we both livin' in the fuckin' hood!"

She was the last person Elizabeth wanted to go to. Hell, she was shacked up with her ex-husband and knocked up with his baby. But it wasn't the same level of betrayal as what Moses had done. Shanequa scrolled through the bank account, which was red at the moment ... as usual.

Finally the Black beauty flopped back onto the couch.

"Holy fuckin' shit. You at the bottom, bitch. Nice weave, by the way," Shanequa said, flabbergasted.

"Thanks, I guess," Elizabeth said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "So ... thoughts?"

"How often he have you workin', bitch?" Shanequa asked.

"Not enough. Just enough to keep me basically at zero with spending," Elizabeth said, sighing. Shanequa snorted loudly.

"Like hell, bitch. You're red as fuck right now in your account. You really eat your ex-hubby's cu m out your ex-best friend's pussy?" Elizabeth flushed beet red. Why did she have to always confirm shit. And why the fuck had she told Shanequa in the first place.

"Y-y-yes," she stammered.

"I gots someone for you. Someone you could work for on the side. He well-off, he could help you get above water. Maybe even more. But I want the same fuckin' fringe benefit." She looked at Elizabeth, quirking a brow. No ...oh no. Shanequa read her mind.

"Oh yes, bitch. Get that fat ass over here. Crawl."

Elizabeth sighed internally, lowering herself to her haunches, and crawling as the Black hottie tugged off her shorts and thong, revealing her delicious Black cunt. Elizabeth looked into the dark beauty's perceptive eyes, locking onto them with her blue orbs, as her tongue tentatively explored that puffy, pregnant pussy.

"Mmm, fuck bitch, don't be shy, I wanted this for awhile. You a hot fuckin' number," Shanequa said, stroking Elizabeth's hairy. Elizabeth pushed her tongue in deeper. The flavor was distinct from Julia ... better. She paused, swiping her tongue across Shanequa's ass ring, causing it to tighten.

"That's it bitch, but we ain't got long. Your ex-hubby coming by for lunch soon ... get your fuckin' tongue deep."

Elizabeth wanted more, and didn't want to get to the center of this particular Tootsie Roll, but redoubled her efforts more, her mouth suctioning, her tongue exploring ...

Till she found her 'reward' ...the thick, familiar seed of Douglas. She wanted to retch. But she was a good girl. She swallowed. She only hoped the real reward would be more lucrative.