Drilling

The bell rang, and Douglas's moment had come at last. It was oddly hypnotic, entering the room he shared -- no, used to share -- with Jada. The room she now shared with Henry.

The Black man made sure to monopolize the Ebony wife, and tonight was no different. His taut ass flexed as he pounded away at his former flame, his large balls audibly slapping Jada's tightly puckered asshole.

Douglas used to enjoy interracial porn -- willing white vixens, soft dewy pink petals pillaged by large ebony intruders. This wasn't that. It was a cougar of a woman, with stretch marks and large breasts that had seen their share of children feeding off them, and a big thick ass that most white women could only aspire to. There wasn't any contrast, this Black on Black, Henry's enormous fuckpole buried in Jada's ripe pussy, drool dripping off Jada's chin from the blowjob, the thick mixture of perfume and cologne and sex in the air -- this was something primal, something evolved from the comparatively staid porn that Douglas used to feast on.

He jerked his small pink penis to a quiet orgasm that neither Henry nor Jada observed, then poured the wine -- the task he'd originally been summoned to do.