... But Still Potent

It was their wedding night, but the only difference was they were actually having sex instead of Douglas being relegated to eating pussy. He thrust his small white prick in and out of Elizabeth's tight pink pussy, while she looked at the ceiling.

"Yeah ... yeah ... yeah ..." she said in a monotone voice. He thrust one last time, starting to cum thick, rich wads of seed into her. She blinked, having forgotten how potent Douglas could be.

"Was it good for you?" he said, gasping.

"Sure," she said in the same monotone voice. "Can I have a few moments to... clean up?"

"Sure," Douglas said, then pausing. "Do you wish it was with him instead?

Elizabeth sighed, pulling her legs close up to her and wrapping her arms around them.

"Yes .... no. I don't know. I can't forget Jamaal. And I can't forget what you did what Jada. And don't get it twisted, Jamaal was the strongest, most physical, most hung man I could ever envision. But he wasn't happy with what he had. You weren't either. But when I needed it most, it was you that showed up, not him."

She pulled up an interracial video on her phone, and pulled a long, fat black dildo out of the drawer, a memento from the start of this journey. She slipped it easily inside her, inadvertently pushing Douglas's cum deeper inside her as well.

"So yes, do I want a Black lover? Absolutely. But it's dangerous. And I've been through my fair share of danger now, and I don't need temptation and the risk that goes with it. And that goes for both of us, darling."