Constant Surprises (Wrong Numbers Series)

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Did she swallow all of your hot cum when you came?
You have to be specific with me when you tell me things like this. We are
adults after all,” Amie said.
    “Let me get some
water…would you like some water too?” he said, wiping sweat from his brow and
quickly getting up.
    She tried her best not
to giggle or laugh. When he came back, he downed half a glass of water. Once
again she toyed with him. “I’m waiting, Roy.”
    “Well if you must know,
she used her tongue a lot. When she sucked me off, she did it hard and fast.
She sucked on my balls. When I came, she took all of it.”
    Amie again gave him a
smile. Then moistening her lips, she asked, “Did you fuck so hard that she
screamed or did you go nice and slow with her?”
    His eyes were a
combination of shock and embarrassment. Amie never flinched. “Well, nice and
slow or hard and deep?”
    “Hard and deep. I
fucked her hard and deep.”
    “Was she screaming your
name while you fucked her, Roy?”
    “Yes, she was. Every
time I thrust into her, she screamed.”
    “So, let me ask you
something else…did she ever get on top?” With the stealth of a cheetah, Amie
straddled his lap and pushed him back against the couch. “Like this? Did you
let her ride you while you held onto her hips?” Grabbing his hands she put them
on her hips. The entire time her expression never changed.
    He was so hard, she
thought. His cock pressing against her slit and the tight grip of his fingers
on her jeans made her wet. “Can I ask you something, Roy?”
    “You’ve been asking me
questions already, what’s one more.”
    Amie laughed. “Would
you do me a favor, Roy?”
    He nodded, moving in
closer to her face. So close he rubbed her cheek against his. She was relishing
the heat he projected as well as the smell of Ivory soap mixed with his
maleness. “Roy, I want you to cum for me right now by listening to my voice.
Only my voice. I can feel how hard your manhood is as it tries to escape from
your pants. This Marcie girl you fucked must have been really good. Close your
eyes, Roy, I want you to think about her. Did you bend her over and take her
from behind?” Amie moved over when his cock started pulsing between her legs.
Even though the feeling was good, she didn’t want to get herself too hot and
fuck him on their first night together. No, she wasn’t about that. She was more
into playing the game.
    Slowly, she watched him
close his eyes, a deep sigh turned into a faint whimper. Very low and sensually
she began to speak. “Was she black or white, Roy?”
    “She was black, black
with a luscious ass.” His breathing grew ragged.
    “I bet she was a great
fuck, Roy. My God, you’re so hard. She must have been an amazing fuck. How many
times did you dive into that pussy of hers?” His grip on her hips grew even
tighter. His eyes half closed, his cock jutting up from underneath his pajama
pants. Amie looked down running her finger along the waistband. She pulled down
his waistband and his freed cock popped up to attention. She almost creamed her
panties when she saw how huge he was; this was something she had always dreamed
of, looking at Roy’s cock up close and personal. He was gorgeous, she thought,
so thick and long with a nice yummy tip that was as purple as his balls must
have been from her asking him all these questions.
    “After you fucked her
that one time, Roy, did you fuck her again?”
    “Yes.”
    “When did you fuck
her?”
    “When me and her
boyfriend got her together before I came home yesterday.”
    The little horny devil
she thought, a crooked smile came across her lips. She grabbed hold of his
engorged cock with a tight grip. Roy opened his eyes wider. “Holy shit, Amie!”
    “Am I hurting you,
darling?” She started to rub him, running her thumb up and down his shaft. “I
so want to hear more about this ménage a trois of
yours.”
      “No, you’re not hurting me at all. God, keep
doing what you’re doing, baby. I’m going to cum

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