Salty Brown Sugar

"That's it, peckerwood, start from my feet. You know they hurtin'," Shanequa commanded, laid back in the bed she shared now with Douglas. Douglas obediently rubbed and kissed and licked her feet, sucking wetly on the toes. "Oh, I like how you do that."

Douglas kissed up her ankles, to the back of her knees, up to her thighs. The pregnancy was making her thicker, and he couldn't get enough, kissing and licking and smelling every inch of her body. He lapped up and down her inner thighs, and then her sex, his hands sliding up to knead her breasts. His tongue pushed down into her ass crack, and she held them there for long minutes, eating her ass, before he was allowed to eat pussy.

After Douglas's tongue burrowed deep into her, he could taste it. Semen. First a drop. Then a dollop. Then a thick river of Moses's salty seed, all trickling downward. He could feel Shanequa's long nails dig into his scalp.

"Don't you pull back now, cracker," she hissed. "You drink every fucking drop. That's right, that is Moses's seed. Important for the father of a baby to keep going to work on the momma's pussy, all the way through, don't you know? Now get every drop, and Momma Shanequa might let you get your nut off in her pussy."

Douglas clenched his eyes shut, putting his mind someplace else, as Shanequa drained into his mouth, the mixture of their combined sex.