Blasian

Jamaal King liked to wear his gold medal when he fucked Rin now. It made him feel patriotic and powerful and like he was all world. And he was. He'd won championships, MVPs, and now a gold medal. His lithe, gorgeous Japanese wife Rin was bent beneath him, holding her legs shut tightly, maximizing her tightness on his prick.

His children with her were in school. They'd never been truly accepted by Rin's parents, nor had he, despite his monumental success. But he had Rin, a former dancer for the team turned trophy wife, and wasn't that enough? In these moments, even in intense pleasure, his thoughts sometimes drifted back to Elizabeth...