Bred by Broadus

Throughout their relationship, Broadus had kept Elizabeth on birth control. He wasn't interest in unwelcome surprises. But now, he wanted to make his mark with Elizabeth, and she was raw and unprotected for the first time in ages. He slapped his heavy cock on her wet cunt, pausing. She looked up at him, her thighs spread wide, her toes pointing to the sky.

"How many men have you been with, cunt?" he asked her.

"One, Master," Elizabeth said, focusing on breathing, the collar always cinched so fucking tight.

"What about your first husband?" Broadus said, reaching down and tweaking Elizabeth's large clit, hard. She squealed.

"He was barely a boy, Master. Inadequate, inferior, white ..." she said. He nodded, starting to slap his heavy monster against her cunt.

"And your second husband?"

"A boy, Master. His cock was adequate, but not yours. And he was ... a loser. He couldn't keep me," Elizabeth said. She felt a little guilt about saying it, but it was true. She'd begged Antoine to not exceed his grasp, and he'd failed to do so.

Broadus pushed his cock into her, using her with the imperious arrogance of a dominant owner over his submissive ****. Her legs curled naturally around her husband's waist, pulling him deeper, and he drilled her sex long and hard before giving her his seed, his cum filling her fertile womb to the brim.