Salve

Douglas looked out the window of the guest house, seeing pregnant Alisa, halfway to term now, with that disgusting White Jack rubbing her belly. He swallowed his dislike of the man as Mira came into the room.

"What's a matter, baby?" she asked. Douglas abruptly realized she was nude, her large, soft cock bobbing lightly in front of her, the tip encased in her thick foreskin. He looked up at her, unable to help the stirring in his own loins. Mira looked out the window, seeing her sister and White Jack down below. "Don't tell me you're butthurt and still wanting more of Alisa."

"No," Douglas lied. "Just her and that pervert Jack ..." Mira laughed, a light and cute snort coming out.

"Him a pervert? Pot calling the kettle black I say," she said, and Douglas laughed a bit too, cheered by his fiancee making light of this silly distress. "Look, I have an idea. Let's put some salve on that wound of yours ..."

She sat down beside Douglas, pulling out a tube of lubricant, liberally making Douglas's small pole glossy and wet, pushing him back onto the bed. She climbed up, well-practiced now, her tight brown ass easily swallowing him.

"Fuckkkkk," Douglas said, his eyes rolling back. She took both his hands in hers, holding them tight, as she bounced up and down, nice and slow.

"Remember, Alisa was just a means to an end. That end is you, and me, and our child together. A child that has both you and me in it. So whenever you think you're jealous, or pissy, remember you've got this tight ass you can fuck whenever you want...now jerk me off, lover, while I make you cum hard enough to forget about Alisa completely."