Victory

Moses won the primary, which was tantamount to winning the whole race. There was a press conference, and a rally, where Moses was his loquacious best. And by the time he and Elizabeth arrived home, he was frisky. His hand rode up Elizabeth's skirt, teasing her thick clit.

"Mmm, my man is up tonight," Elizabeth said saucily.

"Nothing like some cracker pussy to get me going. And a big win," Moses said, and they both laughed.

They went upstairs, like two horny teenagers, stripping each other eagerly. They stayed in the guest bedroom downstairs, and Elizabeth texted Faith to stay overnight with the kids. She undid Moses's briefs, tugging them down and exposing his large, ancient oak.

"Mmm, all this winning has got me going," Moses admitted. "Like old times." He chuckled at the memories, finishing stripping his white wife, putting her onto all fours on the old guest bed. It started to creak.

Moses fed her his old, fat cock, causing the bed to creak louder, as his husky frame draped over her smaller frame. His balls loudly slapped at her clit, causing her to cum, her lungs producing small whimpers and breaths, as the bull rutted noisily into her.

"Want another kid in this cracker pussy," Moses grunted. "Another Jones in Miss Castle!" he roared out, emptying his balls into Elizabeth, the thought, the audacity of it all, driving her to her own violent orgasm as the bed sagged beneath them.