Enfeebled

Aaron punched some numbers into the computer, trying to finish this report. He was working from home, and Betty arrived with a meal. He unlocked the door remotely, and she came to the bedroom.

"What the fuck happened to you, white boy?" she asked, motioning to his ankle in a cast.

"I was playing basketball and fell," Aaron said. Betty snorted.

"You and athletics don't mix, white boy. Put your computer down," she ordered.

"I'm trying to finish this report," Aaron protested.

"You're wasting your time," Betty said impatiently. "I'm going to have to redo half that shit anyway."

Aaron growled, but closed the laptop. Betty took off her skirt, using Aaron's disability against him as she settled her big Black ass down right onto his face.

"This is a better use of your time," Betty said. "This is what you were meant for."

Aaron couldn't protest, but he breathed in her musky ass, his tongue pushing out, teasing the tight star buried between her cheeks. He licked every inch of the seldom touched inner flesh of her asscheeks. She felt her hand dip between his thighs, tugging out his small cock and pulling on it. It was dry, and uncomfortable, and that was the point. When he'd worshiped her ass enough, she moved a few inches, feeding him her pussy, riding his face for multiple orgasms until she gave him a ruined cum of his own.