Haitian Church Drama in Montreal

Marie-Rose Justin is one of those Haitian ladies that can be found at every Haitian church from the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, to the City of Miami, Florida, and from the City of Montreal, Quebec, to the City of Santiago, Chile. Come on, folks. You know the type. They cannot be mistaken for anything else. Wherever the Haitian people go, they set up their Haitian churches and Haitian community centers. In those places, the Haitian ladies flourish. Haitian femininity is a force of nature. One of them always stands out from the rest. Marie-Rose is such a lady. You've been warned. Now, let the tale begin, folks.

The heroine of this tale is a dame who loves to stir up trouble. The good kind of trouble too. The sort that no story should be without. The kind of trouble that men choose to seek rather than avoid. What is the fuss all about? Marie-Rose is a six-foot-tall, curvy and dark-skinned, pretty lady in her mid-forties. This gal is involved in every church group, every church activity, but is mysteriously single. Marie-Rose got no man and no offspring. Some may wonder about her sexuality. What's Marie-Rose's secret? Is this fine Haitian lady this religious? What drives her devotion to the Haitian Adventist Church?

The Haitian Adventist Church sits proudly on Saint Eustache Circle in the Montreal-Nord area, down the street from the Chinese laundromat, the Videotron store, and the always crowded Provigo grocery store. After service concluded on that fateful Saturday afternoon, the congregation left but Marie-Rose lingered as was her custom. Someone had to clean the church and set things up, and the deacons, James Fleury and Octave Saint-Preux couldn't do it alone. The two young Haitian men were thankful for Marie-Rose's help. Afterwards, they closed the church. Pastor Jerome Eugene chose his henchmen wisely.

"Octave, I know your parents are out of town for a few days, do you need a lift?" James asked his buddy. Octave hesitated, and before he could answer, Marie-Rose stepped in. The bodacious, well-dressed Haitian MILF placed herself between James and Octave. The two young Haitian men were absolutely enthralled by Marie-Rose's presence. The tall, curvy and dark-skinned Haitian MILF with the thick booty looked good and smelled even better. Any man with a pulse would want some of that...

"James, it's alright, I'll give Octave a ride," Marie-Rose said with a cunning smile. James looked at Octave, and nodded slowly. After wishing Marie-Rose and Octave a happy sabbath, James drove away in his beat-up old BMW. Marie-Rose exhaled sharply and looked at Octave. In front of the deserted church, the two of them shared a passionate kiss. Octave appeared to lose all of his shyness as if by magic. Indeed, as Octave kissed Marie-Rose, he absolutely grabbed that thick ass of hers. How do you like them apples?

"Let's go home," Octave said to Marie-Rose, who smiled and nodded. the two of them got into Marie-Rose's 2023 Lexus and sped away. The streets of Montreal-Nord can be annoyingly packed on a Saturday afternoon. The urban pride of la belle province most definitely never sleeps. Marie-Rose drove from Saint Eustache Circle to the Aurelien-Dupon Terrace, where Octave and his family happened to live. Since Octave's parents Michel Saint-Preux and Lucinda George Saint-Preux left town on a second honeymoon, he and Marie-Rose had the place to themselves. Ooh-la-la as they say...

"I'm in a good mood today, got promoted at BMO," Marie-Rose said as Octave led her inside. The Saint-Preux family home is a modest duplex, a two-story house with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen. There's a nice basement downstairs that doubles up as family patriarch Michel Saint-Preux's study and family matriarch Lucinda's laundry room. As soon as Octave ushered Marie-Rose inside, Harriet the family dog came bounding forward. Octave smiled and bent down to pet the dog.

"Hello cutie," Octave said and Harriet the dog let out a happy woof. Octave refilled the dog's water bowl and gave her some beef jerky. Marie-Rose stood nearby, grinning as she watched Octave tend to his dog. Marie-Rose isn't a pet kind of person but she doesn't mind Harriet the dog. As Octave bent down to tend to Harriet the dog, Marie-Rose admired his cute butt. Yes, there are plenty of women who check out male butts and Marie-Rose is one of them. Octave is the proud owner of a NMB or Nice Male Butt and ladies all over the City of Montreal, and more than a few men, tend to gawk as he walks by. Nothing wrong with that.

"Octave, stop fussing over the dog, I'm getting jealous," Marie-Rose said teasingly. Octave stood up, grinned and then kissed Marie-Rose once more. Taking her hand, he led her upstairs. Octave wanted to take Marie-Rose to his bedroom but she insisted on doing it in the living room. Octave felt hella awkward about doing it in a room full of family portraits but whatever. Marie-Rose is the boss and whatever the lady wants, she usually gets. Octave knew what he signed up for when he started dealing with Marie-Rose. Haitian church ladies like to get naughty every now and then and the older Haitian guys cannot keep up with them. That's why they sometimes gravitate to younger men...

"Hello beautiful," Octave said as Marie-Rose sat on the couch, and pulled down her skirt. Octave grinned as Marie-Rose spread her thick, dark and muscular thighs wide open. That fine Haitian pussy stared at Octave, all hairy and glistening, slick with wetness. Octave grinned and got on his knees for the second time that day, and even though he's a church-going man, it was definitely not to pray. Marie-Rose felt her nipples harden as Octave approached her. The young Haitian man was hungry as hell, and she needed to feed him some of that amazing Haitian pussy of hers...

"Mwen bezwen ou niche bobot mwen, I need you to eat my pussy," Marie-Rose said, and it was not a request. Octave nodded and brought his face to her crotch. Inhaling Marie-Rose's womanly scent, Octave went to work. Now, Octave is quite popular with the ladies at Concordia University, but Haitian MILF pussy is rare and hard to get. Any player worth his salt can get a college gal into bed. Marie-Rose grinned and nodded as Octave buried his face between her legs and began eating her pussy. Hmm, about time Octave put those fine lips of his to good use. Marie-Rose considers a man's pussy licking skills before letting him stick her. It's her way or the highway.

"Hmm, bouboun ou gen bon gou, your pussy tastes good," Octave paused to say. Marie-Rose nodded, acknowledging the compliment, and then she urged Octave to shut up and eat her pussy. Marie-Rose undid her top and rubbed her erect nipples as Octave ate her pussy like a hungry man. Closing her eyes, the Haitian MILF relaxed and enjoyed as Octave feasted on her pussy. Soon, Octave had Marie-Rose moaning and groaning as he lathered her pussy with his tongue, and fingered her. Marie-Rose's screams of passion echoed throughout the Saint-Preux household. Passion is as passion does...

"Hmm, mete pou mwen, give it to me," Marie-Rose said, as Octave ate her pussy. The younger man did his thing, and coaxed a wicked orgasm out of her. Marie-Rose slowly came down from cloud nine after squealing like there was no tomorrow. Octave sat there, stroking his big dark dick. The tall, muscular and short-haired, dark-skinned young man was ready to fuck. Marie-Rose grinned and reached for Octave's dick. Without further ado, the Haitian MILF got on her knees and took Octave's dick into her mouth. Oh well, time to show the young man how it's done...

"Hmm, mwen renmen sa, I like that," Octave said as Marie-Rose gave his long and thick, uncircumcised dick the deep throat treatment. Marie-Rose winked at Octave as she worked her magic on him. The tall, sexy Haitian MILF can suck a mean dick and there is zero shame in her game. After polishing Octave's fuck stick with her mouth and tongue, Marie-Rose was ready for more. Marie-Rose got on all fours, and Octave grinned as he admired her big beautiful butt. Dammit, Haitian MILFs got booty, for real. Time to smash that ass like mother nature itself intended.

"Mwen konnen ou renmen fanm ki gen gwo bonda, I know you like big booty women," Marie-Rose said, laughing. Octave grinned as Marie-Rose twerked her big ass for him. Grabbing a condom, Octave rolled it on his dick. Gripping Marie-Rose's hips, Octave entered her with a swift thrust. Octave began fucking Marie-Rose with deep, passionate strokes. Marie-Rose moaned deeply as Octave fucked her roughly, just the way she liked it. Younger black men got that passion and energy that the older guys lack, and Marie-Rose cannot get enough of them. Octave gave it to Marie-Rose, causing her to squeal in delight. They fucked like there was no tomorrow, because, well, there wasn't...

Hours later, Octave and Marie-Rose lay side by side on the former's bed, sweaty and exhausted. Yeah, Marie-Rose is definitely better in bed than the chicks at Concordia University, and Octave cannot get enough of her. The two lovers exchanged a smile, and nodded. Octave took Marie-Rose's hand and brought it to his lips. They spent the afternoon together, watching TV, ordering Chinese food and chilling. When night came, they fell asleep in each other's arms. When Sunday morning came, Octave and Marie-Rose were in for a rude awakening as Octave's parents came home early, but that's a story for another time. Haitian drama of a different sort. Goodnight, folks.