Election Night

The incumbent didn't campaign particularly hard, tarnished as he was. Still, Moses had a raucous celebration party, and an amorous afterparty with Elizabeth.

"My handsome Black husband," Elizabeth said, kissing him deeply.

"My lovely cracker wife," Moses said with a smirk, cupping her firm ass.

"If only my Daddy could have seen this," Elizabeth observed. "He'd probably die if he understood what was happening."

"Or that his pride and joy had been so terribly Black bred," Moses teased. He deftly undid his pants, and Elizabeth tugged her skirt up and panties to the side, holding her husband's cock as she slid her pussy down onto it.

"That too," Elizabeth said, her pussy now well familiar with Moses's thickness and length. She slid up and down his cock, his balls grinding against her ass. They kissed heatedly as they rutted, celebrating Moses's ascension, celebrating their union ... Elizabeth's pussy clamped down on Moses's cock, cumming noisily, but instead of gifting her with his cum, Moses pulled out, spraying his loan onto her face, as if she was a common whore. She should be offended, Elizabeth felt, but she wasn't. But she wasn't happy, as her womb desperately ached for Moses's seed.