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he said. “Give me a hug. It’s been four days since I’ve seen you. I miss you. I miss my son.”
     
    “Well if you missed us so much you’d do what you’ve been saying that you were going to do for the past six years now.” Jamal shook his head. “I don’t have time for this as she continued. I’m going to spend time with my sister today and my daddy is coming to get your son in a little while. So if you wanna spend time with him before he leaves go ahead. He’s in the bedroom sleeping.” She said then walked away. She headed into the bathroom to get herself together not caring if Jamal left or stayed.
     
    Inside the bathroom she rested her foot up on the side of the tub as she stood there rubbing lotion on her legs. Jamal didn’t waste any time walking his happy ass in there.
     
    “Damn, I should’ve locked the damn door.” She said, but Jamal was already all over her.
     
    “Don’t do me like that, babe. I can’t live without you,” he said running his hand under her nightgown and straight to her wet spot since she hadn’t put on any panties yet.
     
    Lauren took in a deep breath. Jamal was the first man that she couldn’t fully have, but for some reason he always had all of her attention. Just the sight of his deep brown eyes, hazelnut skin color, and sexy muscular frame always made her moist between her legs. Not to mention, her knowing that he was the wrong guy but he’d always say all the right things.
     
    “Jamal, please,” she spoke. “My daddy will be here shortly and you know that he doesn’t care for you.”
     
    “I know, but if you go ahead and give me a lil bit to hold me off then I’ll be on my way.” He begged. 
     
    “I’m not giving you anything,” she said exhaling from feeling his finger slip inside her wet juice box. “Why do you always have to do this?”
     
    “Because I love you and I know you love me,” he smoothly said sliding his pants down around his ankles and pulling out his erect nine inches of hard pipe.
     
    “Jamal,” she said needing to fight the urge, but it was hard as hell.
     
    “Sssshhh,” he said while stroking his long dick in his hand. “Bend over,” he whispered.
     
    “You’re crazy, you know that? What if my dad comes?” she nervously questioned, not wanting her daddy to catch her in such a compromising position.
     
    “We won’t get caught if you hurry up and le’me hit it right quick.”
     
    Lauren contemplated. “Damn Jamal,” she said feeling his dick head rub against the lips of her vagina then gently he slid it inside her wet tunnel. “You know we shouldn’t be doing this until you get your shit together.” She said in between pants of mercy.
     
    “I am getting my shit together,” he said slow stroking her wet pussy. She enjoyed the feeling as she bent over further so he could go in as deep as he could. Jamal backed up a little admiring her fat kitty as it stared at him. It was calling him. He slid inside her again then pulled back out. Lauren’s cream filled pie had him going. Without a doubt, she had the best pussy in the world, but it wasn’t good enough to leave his wife. He had been with her for fifteen years and she held him down. There was no way that he could leave his Corporate America Sugar Mama. If it wasn’t for her hefty bank account, Lauren wouldn’t have half the shit she’d gotten from him.
     
    He rubbed her creamy insides over his dick head, still admiring the beautiful view. He eased up on her again, placing his hand on the small of her back then hitting it hard and steady.
     
                  “Sssssss,” she inhaled through her teeth, taking his long dick like a pro while lifting her plump ass up so he could feel it all. “Damn,” she whispered. “Damn.”
     
                  “Sssshhh,” he said to quiet her so she wouldn’t wake their son. The more he stroked the wetter she got as her juices dripped on the bathroom floor. “Damn, you wet girl.” He