Sending a Message

"Hurry up, darling, I need to get on the road," Elizabeth said fussily, her round white ass gently swaying back and forth. Moses rubbed her tight pink pucker, smirking. This couldn't be rushed, ideally, but situations were rarely ideal.

"What did you have again?" Moses asked, playing dumb.

"Education conference, remember?" Elizabeth said, a little testy and frustrated, pushing her ass back, trying to capture Moses's cock in her warm, wet sex.

"Oh, that's right. All week in Charleston," Moses smirked. He wouldn't be far away, he had his own plans this week. He pushed forward, the head of his cock sinking into Elizabeth's warm, wet cunt.

"Ohhhh yess," she purred. "Daddy ...."

"Yeah, that's my cracker bitch," he said, pleased as he fed her his long, exceedingly fat prick. He plunged in and out, her pussy making loud noises as he plowed her like a beast. He slapped her ass, calling her a cracker, a honky, every facile insult in the book, his balls slapping her clit noisily.

"Fuck, Daddy ... fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk," Elizabeth squealed, cumming on her husband's cock. In return, he yielded to that primal impulse, burying one last time, balls deep, squirting his thick, rich seed into her womb. She could go play trophy arm candy for Gerald that week ... but she'd do so with a Black bun growing in her oven.