The White Housewives' Slút Club (9)
Before I could even move, he flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. The slickness of Henry’s release smeared across my skin, warm against the once-clean bedsheets. I didn’t care.
Steven spread my legs wide and lifted them over his broad shoulders. And then, without warning, he shoved his entire c**k deep inside me.
“Fúuckking hell!” I cried out, my body arching as he filled me completely.
“Gonna knock you up with a little Black baby,” Steven growled, his thrusts deep and demanding.
My tied hands were stretched over my head, and I clutched at my own bréasts, squeezing them as they bounced with every powerful slam of his hips.
“Do it!” I moaned shamelessly. “Breed me! Knock me up!”
“Just wait until hubby sees a Black baby come out of you,”
