Busted AC

Douglas got home, tiredly unlocking the door and stepping inside. He was expected to be confronted with a rush of hot air, from the stale apartment in the ghetto. Instead, he was greeted with temperate air. And the smell of pussy.

He wandered to the back to see how exactly Shanequa had gotten the AC fixed. He'd almost expected to see the repairman fucking her. Instead, the neighbor, LaDonna was still working on the AC. Her pants were down around her ankles, and her big round Black ass was getting laved by the buxom stripper Shanequa. Two of Shanequa's fingers were buried into LaDonna's oft-fucked snatch. Shanequa heard Douglas enter the room, not even looking back at him.

"I told you to get that AC fixed, baby. You can't blame me for doing what it takes to have actual cool air in this motherfuckin' place," Shanequa said, in between licking LaDonna's big rear. LaDonna looked back at Douglas dispassionately.

"Be glad it ain't my good-for-nothin' ex-husband, honky," she said flatly. "He'd steal this bitch out from under you. But you let me enjoy this sweet filly ... and I'll let you have some fun too, if you play ball with me."

Douglas didn't like the idea of owing this thick Black bitch a favor.