Pimp Daddy

"You were gone way too fuckin' long, bitch," Lamar complained, but thrusting his hips forward nonetheless, plunging his large Black prick into Elizabeth's sweet, hot cunt. Elizabeth flashed him a smile, but there was a calculating look in her eyes.

"Well, you know baby," she said, biting her lower lip as he plowed her. "This was an arrangement we both agreed to. Of course, if you could find a better white pussy to manage the Prince Street side of your affairs, you're happy to bring her in of course."

He growled, redouble his thrusting, that horselike prick burrowing so deep inside her, the balls pounding her ass hard. Yet despite this momentary imbalance, the relationship between pimp and ho was far more equitable than it may seem. For as much as he strutted like he ruled the roost, it was Elizabeth that kept the princesses in line. And therefore, it was Elizabeth that essentially set her own rules.

And he couldn't do much about it, except in these moments. Pounding that perfect pink pussy and then ... fuck yes, seeding it. This was true power.