Right Where He Belongs

G-Dawg was snoring in the bed, his strong Black frame practically comatose. Beside him was his white conquest, her pussy full of seed, drooling down into her asscrack. Her hands were in Douglas's hair, gripping tight as he teased her, kissing and licking her thighs. There was no camera rolling. It was just Douglas and Chelsie.

"That's it baby, c'mon, eat my pussy," Chelsie coaxed. Douglas looked up into her pretty eyes, his tongue delving instead into her crack, dragging back and forth like a windshield wiper over her cum coated pucker. "Fuck, nasty boyyyyy." Douglas slurped G-Dawg's cum from her asshole, then leaned up, affixing his mouth to her cunt, the suction and gravity gradually emptying her of cum.

"I thought perhaps we could make us more ... formal," Douglas said, broaching it hesitantly.

"Like what?" Chelsie asked, her eyes glittering. "I don't know if we'd make a good boyfriend and girlfriend. Too fucked up for that. Maybe you'd like to be my full-time suitcase pimp, hm? Set me up with gigs, be on camera with me without the mask. Help me find a big ole Black husband, a legit one."

Douglas sucked on her clit, internally sighing. He kept the diamond engagement ring in his pocket.