A Dance

Douglas and Shanequa celebrated the win too. Shanequa was back on the pole, but Douglas would at least have a more influential position, which would help his private practice. Shanequa was on his lap, grinding against him, his small white cock buried in her overheated black sex.

"I'm glad you got snipped, baby," Shanequa purred into his ear. Douglas had got the vasectomy to have raw sex with his wife ... and despite his feeling that potency was his strongest sexual attribute, her wet, bare pussy was worth it. He reached down, rubbing her clit.

"Me too," Douglas admitted. She bounced on his cock a half dozen more times, both of them knowing he wouldn't last, couldn't last, as he started shooting blanks into her pussy.