What a Ho Needs

It was late in the morning. Elizabeth woke up sweaty. Her belly was large, swollen with Lamar's latest gift to her. Her pussy was filled with another token of his affection. She was sweaty and her milk-filled udders ached.

Beside her, she felt Shanequa stir. The two women were in sync -- from their cycles to their sleeping habits. She felt a soft, ebony, arm wrap around her lovingly, possessively, a waft of perfume floating up. She felt Shanequa tug at her insistently, onto her back, feeling her lips wrap around her nipples and nurse.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good," Elizabeth said, purring.

"I know, baby," Shanequa said, and she did. Elizabeth nursed on her when Shanequa was in that state too. It was when Shanequa was eating her pussy that it finally clicked. Elizabeth needed cock ... hell, they both did. But they needed each other just as much. Elizabeth was sweating from more than the impending maternity as Shanequa licked the last traces of Lamar's cum out of her.

"Baby ... I want us to be married," Elizabeth said slowly. There was long pause, and then Shanequa smiled broadly. This was what they both needed.