The doorbell rang, and Lynda, a confident and very pregnant white woman, waddled over to answer it. She opened the door to find Jamarcus, an 18-year-old black man with a rough exterior, standing on her doorstep.
"Hey there, Jamarcus. Come on in," Lynda said, her voice dripping with desire. She couldn't help but notice the way Jamarcus's muscles bulged beneath his shirt, and she couldn't wait to get her hands on him.
Jamarcus raised an eyebrow at Lynda's forwardness, but he couldn't deny that he was attracted to her as well. He stepped inside, and Lynda led him into the living room.
"You're a bold one, aren't you?" Jamarcus said, chuckling.
Lynda smirked. "I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it. Unlike some people I could mention." She shot him a playful look.
Jamarcus laughed. "You're a feisty one, I'll give you that. I like it."
Sean, Lynda's five-year-old son, was playing on the floor. He looked up at Jamarcus and Lynda with curiosity.
"Sean, this is my friend Jamarcus. He's going to stay for a little while," Lynda said, introducing them.
Sean nodded, his eyes wide.
Lynda and Jamarcus sat down on the couch, and Lynda began to flirt with him.
"I've been thinking about you all day, Jamarcus. I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me rough, just like I know you can," she said, her voice husky.
Jamarcus's eyes darkened with desire. "Oh, I can do that. But are you sure you're ready for it, Lynda?"
Lynda nodded. "I'm more than ready. I want you to fuck me so hard that my baby is injured in my womb."
Jamarcus's eyes widened in shock. "Lynda, I don't know if I can do that. That's... that's not right."
Lynda shrugged. "It's just a fantasy, Jamarcus. Don't worry, I won't actually let you hurt the baby. But I want you to be rough with me. I want you to call me names and make me feel like a dirty white slut."
Jamarcus hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay, Lynda. If that's what you want."
They stood up and made their way to the bedroom, with Sean following behind them.
Lynda turned to Sean. "Sean, you can watch us if you want. But no touching, okay?"
Sean nodded obediently, and Lynda and Jamarcus began to undress each other.
Lynda admired Jamarcus's muscular body as she undressed him, and Jamarcus couldn't help but stare at Lynda's swollen belly.
As they began to kiss, Lynda told Jamarcus to call her a "white slut" and a "bitch." Jamarcus hesitated for a moment before complying, and Lynda was turned on by the racial slurs.
"Fuck me harder, Jamarcus. I want to feel you deep inside me," she moaned, encouraging him to be rougher.
Jamarcus obliged, and Lynda screamed in pleasure. She told him that she was close to cumming, and Jamarcus told her to cum for him.
Lynda cums, and Jamarcus follows shortly after. They both lay back, exhausted and satisfied.
Sean, still watching, asks if he can touch himself. Lynda, still in a post-orgasmic haze, tells him to go ahead.
The chapter ends with Sean touching himself, while Lynda and Jamarcus lay next to him, still basking in the afterglow of their intense fuck session.
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