Reena and Broadus

Broadus shut the door to their room. Reena swallowed, feeling the constriction of the collar. She always felt it with Broadus, being his collared girl. She was on her hands and knees, open in her submission in this rental. Her round ass and hairy pussy were on display, and while it initially shamed her to no end, the constant exposure eventually normalized it. Broadus simply hadn't given a fuck from the beginning.

He placed his hand on his hip, facing away from Reena. Reena knew what he wanted instantly. He wasn't a big talker. She had to pick up on the subtle signs for what the gruff older dominant man wanted. She gently parted his cheeks, darting her soft, agile pink tongue up the crack, brushing it against his earthy pucker. She lapped eagerly, her tongue caressing every ridge. he took out a cigar, smoking it and grunting occasionally, a sign of pleasure. She reached around, cradling his cock, marveling at the length and thickness of it.

Max was probably off fucking some Black bimbo, she thought sourly. But they'd both fallen to the temptation ... to the dark side, if you will. They didn't talk about it. They were ships passing in the night. But if she were to indulge, she couldn't blast him for infidelity. And that was the genius of Moses's plot.

He looked to the bed, and Reena interpreted the glance, clambering onto the bed. He liked her missionary, to stare into her large, placid eyes while he laid the wood to her. His hand gripped around her collared neck. She was like a doll to him. If he wanted to break her, he could.

He squeezed her throat. He knew just how far to take it, the vision almost blurring as he hammered her relentlessly, his heavy gut hanging over her lithe brown frame. Truthfully, she should find him repulsive ... but ...

"Cumming," Reena croaked. It wouldn't be the first time.