Aaron and Nancy

"Hey sweetie," Nancy said, kissing Aaron on the cheek. "Thanks for letting us use your place again."

"No sweat," Aaron mumbled. Nancy gripped Moses's hand, pulling him back into Aaron's bedroom.

Nancy lived out near the lake. Moses lived in the square of the inner city, in a rat-infested apartment complex that Nancy would understandably never set foot in. So in lieu of a motel, they used Aaron's apartment.

They were dating now, this hefty Black felon and the redheaded beauty. It was nauseating to Aaron that he'd come so close and fallen so short, but it didn't stop him from listening and getting hard as the interracial couple unceremoniously stripped and started fucking. It was doggy style -- Aaron knew that much, having peeked a couple of times before Moses walloped him. Nancy whimpered and moaned loudly, sounds Aaron knew he could never coax out of her. And when they left the following morning, Aaron was left with the smells of sex and a drenched, cum filled pair of panties -- the only price she would pay.