Honorary Ex Pat

Since Alisa couldn't be liquored up, with Douglas's baby growing in her belly, White Jack had to crack her the old-fashioned way. He gave her lots of attention by the pool, often volunteering to rub lotion on her, or rub cocoa butter on her growing belly. A mix-in of lecherous perversion, a squeeze of the ass or a bawdy compliment. A hint of a promise in being well-groomed now and then, a sign that he could be more than her next mistake. And enough back-sliding to appeal to the engineered part of her, designed to satisfy old white perverts like him.

It felt like a forever task at first, but each day she broke a little more, until finally the two of them disappeared into Elizabeth's guest bedroom. He didn't bother with a condom. She was already pregnant, and he'd rarely gotten any action on the streets. He grunted, pushing into her tight Thai wetness greedily, gasping as he felt just how tight and wet she was. He burrowed deep into her, smirking with satisfaction as it was now she that was adjusting, her nails clawing into the flesh of his back as he speared his prey. It wasn't the longest session either of them had ever had, Alisa's pussy milking fervently at him, and he woefully out of practice, but it was better than Douglas could fuck, she ruefully thought.