Off Day

It was an off day -- no school, no practice, no game. Elizabeth woke up late, feeling Jamaal's half stiff cock pressed against her naked ass. They usually slept naked together, the big black husband and his dainty white wife. She got up, making pancakes, eggs, and bacon, and bringing the meal up on a platter for the object of her affection.

"Nice," Jamaal grunted, smelling the breakfast spread, as she set up the small table, pouring him a glass of orange juice from a carafe.

"Only the best for a King," Elizabeth said, smiling cheekily. She was wearing a black negligee, and his eyes roamed her curves before he picked up the bacon, enjoying the smoked saltiness of it. Meanwhile, Elizabeth leaned down, kissing his inner thighs, and then planting soft kisses on his balls. Jamaal grunted, digging into his eggs and letting his thighs splay further apart. Taking the invite, Elizabeth pushed in further, sucking his nutsack, then kissing up to his cock head. She pulled the foreskin back, sucking on the tip.

"Fuck, you do that so well," Jamaal said, his mouth half full of pancake. He washed it down with orange juice, pushing his meal to the nightstand and letting his large hands tangle into Elizabeth's mane. He pushed his cock in and out of her mouth, till he got nice and deep, just like he liked it. Elizabeth rubbed her clit insistently in the black panties she put on, creaming them as Jamaal unleashed his thick seed into her mouth, reminding her just how he'd won her.