Shanequa and Wilbur

Wilbur ate his cob of corn and baked potato in a state of ecstasy. His stained, sweaty overalls were in a heap on the floor. While he ate, the Black goddess that was Shanequa Berry blew him vigorously.

Though she'd long been free of the ghetto, free of the stripper life, the one thing she'd held onto from that time was being a throat GOAT. She gave wet, sloppy head that had any man squirming in seconds.

The ginger bull was no different, gasping as the Black beauty ministered to his cock, her skilled mouth taking him all the way, looking up into his green eyes with soft brown eyes, so focused intently on him. He grunted, taking a bite of steak, his fist pounding the table as he growled, filling Shanequa's belly with seed.

"God, I love you," Wilbur blurted out.

"Back atcha, sugar," Shanequa said, swallowing his load and cleaning him. She still wished she had Will around though.