Vegas Vacation

One thing Elizabeth truly appreciated about Antoine: he knew how to enjoy life. Douglas, wealth was always just an excuse to build more wealth. He was always in trial, travelling, in board meetings, never able to just enjoy the life he'd built. But Antoine, having worked hard to get to the mountaintop, wanted to enjoy it. He was dressed in an Italian suit, and Elizabeth in a dazzling, short blue dress. They did a short trip to Vegas, leaving the kids in the care of Elizabeth's best friend, Julia.

They did a little business, talking with some local restaurant owners about expanding Antoine's footprint. But mainly they were there to gamble, to see and be seen. And everyone's eyes were drawn to the older black man and the beauty queen on his arm.

Afterwards, they retreated to their penthouse suite, where Antoine hungrily stripped her. She leaned down, tugging down his suit pants and boxers. He smelled exquisite, and as she leaned down, breathing in the fancy cologne on his neck and tasted that large black cock, she knew this would be the best vacation she'd ever had. Because the man she was with wanted to savor her, not merely possess her as some trinket.