Douglas's Honeymoon

The only one of the three couples that would not return from the honeymoon pregnant was Mira Lancaster. And that was simply biology.

She sat back in the veranda of the Italian villa that she and Douglas had rented for a month. She smoked a cigar that she'd grown so found of, taking a sip of fine whiskey. Between her thighs, she watched as Douglas's mouth glided up and down her thick Thai pole.

"God, you're so good at that baby," she gushed, stroking his balding head. He didn't say anything, pausing to noisily suck at her balls, his tongue swiping at her asshole. And then he was back up, his mouth bobbing up and down, taking her deeper and deeper until his lips touched the base. Eventually Mira could not help it anymore, putting her whiskey and cigar down, putting both hands onto Douglas's head and fucking his mouth, until she started to cum down his throat, feeding her new husband.

"Let's go upstairs, and you can fuck me," she said teasingly. She knew how hard his small white penis got for her round brown ass. It was the best of unions for them both.