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answered. And with that said he rolled over to his left and pulled a box of condoms out of the night table drawer. In one swift motion he had dropped his pants to the floor and helped me out of my clothes as well. When we were both naked, we both stood still and salivated for a second. Him, over the fact that my body was tight and my 38 DD’s stood erect without a bra, and me over the fact that his manhood stood at attention and had a slight curve in it. When he could take no more of just watching me Travon placed the condom on his massive pole and slid it into me nice and slow. I dug my freshly manicured nails into his back as he penetrated my tight wet pussy with every inch of his throbbing love muscle, which I figured to be somewhere between 9 or 10 inches. With every stroke, I winced in pain and at times found myself biting softly on his shoulder blade to brace myself for the next stroke. Travon, was truly a master in the bedroom. When he was done proving his skills in the missionary position, he instructed me to turn over and get on all fours, which I did without any hesitation. I buried my face in the expensive goose down pillows as he grabbed my waist and penetrated me slowly from the back. Each stroke and every touch set off the alarms in my erogenous zones. I completely lost track of all my senses, and apparently my religion too as I called out for God, Allah, Buddha, or anyone I could thank for me getting this serving. Hell, at this point I would praise a head of cabbage named Ralph if I knew it was responsible for me meeting Travon. The pleasure seemed like it went on forever and with every position that Travon twisted and put me in, I was sure to orgasm about 3 times each. But it was the Grand Finale that would open up the floodgates to my love canal and send me into a deep slumber. Travon instructed me to lie on my back, spread my legs and clothes my eyes. Again, I did as I was told. And it was then that he gave me oral pleasure that I will never forget. As he gently placed kisses on my clit, and sucked it until it got rock hard and began to throb in his mouth, I took turns clawing the sheets and his back. I was definitely in a state of bliss, and when he stuck his finger in my mouth and then into my pussy and pushed the button on my G-spot, that’s when I exploded, screamed his name and instantly fell asleep.
When I woke up Travon was passed out next to me and as the time on the clock began to come into focus I could see that it read 4:13 am. I quickly jumped up, temporarily ignoring the hangover, or the pain that shot through my body with every move. I began to shake Travon.
“Travon wake up.” I said, shaking him slightly but I got no response.
“Come on Travon. I have to get home.” I said a little louder and shaking him much harder this time.
“Okay. Okay. I’m getting up. Go get your peoples together so I can have my driver take you home.” He mumbled, still half asleep. I quickly put my clothes on and stumbled into the living room only to find that everyone had left. How could they have left me there? What about Monica’s rules and the Stiletto Divas commandments and all of that other shit? I would deal with that later but now I had to get home fast. Travon came stumbling into the living room behind me.
“Damn. Where’s everybody at?” He asked, just as shocked as I was.
“I don’t know, but I have to get home now. My grandmother is going to flip the fuck out.” I said, with tears of anger welling up in my eyes.
“Okay. I’ll take you. Let’s go.” He replied, grabbing his car keys.
We rode in silence all the way back to Mama Belle’s house. Travon may have been speaking to me, but I was so upset I completely tuned him out. I was mad at Monica for leaving me, I was mad at the fact that I was in pain, and I was really mad at the fact that I had allowed myself to get into the situation where I would have to hear Mama Belle’s mouth in the morning. When we pulled up in front of the house