The Exclusion of Salt

Shanequa rubbed her swollen belly. She was nude, her body oiled up exquisitely by Douglas. She was giving Jaylen a lap dance, her round ass shaking hypnotically. Jaylen was nude, his ten incher uncut and stiff and proud, capped with the heaviest hanging nuts Douglas had ever seen. Shanequa had oiled him up too, and both their bodies gleamed in the dim light. Douglas was in the corner, jerking his half stiff cock, a load of his own cum drying on his belly.

"Mmm, fuck, baby ... seein' you again got me all horned up," Shanequa purred into his ear. Jaylen kissed her heatedly, looking distractedly at Douglas in the corner.

"That fuckin' white boy really okay with this? That really a Black baby in your belly?" he asked, his hands squeezing and slapping Shanequa's ass. Shanequa sighed.

"Come over here, peckerwood," she said, crooking her finger. Douglas padded over. "Tell Mr. Jaylen what you like seeing. What you want me to get." Douglas blushed, but opened his mouth at seeing Shanequa's look.

"I like seeing my girl get Black cock. I had to get a vasectomy, so I want her to keep having Black babies."

"No shit," Jaylen said.

"You did good, baby," Shanequa praised him. "Why don't you get some ass, while Jaylen taps this pussy?"

Douglas got rock hard with that. He loved her, he really did. She knew just how to keep him on the hook.