aloud. I didn’t have to think of an excuse as to why I didn’t return her call.
Some of the chicks on rotation had finally hit me back, so I called my voice mail to listen to my messages. As soon as I got past the automated voice mail message my phone beeped once loudly . . . very loudly . . . in my ear. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as I quickly moved the phone away from my ear. Two seconds later, the phone beeped loudly again and then promptly went dead. “Goddamn Sprint!” I cursed. Only Sprint would make a phone that gave you a low-battery warning right before the battery went dead.
“’Bout time you got here,” Rasheeda said in a sleepy voice as the loud buzzer buzzed.
She opened the door with a thin blanket wrapped around her and stared at me with a blank expression on her face. Her bone-straight hair was wound in a tight wrap, and her beautiful, juicy lips were poked out, making me want to rub my dick on them. Scanning her body, I tried to see what kinda sexy panties she had on but the damn cover was cock-blocking. My eyes traveled south to her legs. I smiled. She had oiled up all that good dark chocolate for me.
Turning her back to me, Rasheeda walked into the apartment and disappeared around the corner. “Lock the door, Euftis.” Her words wafted around the corner.
Stepping into the dimly lit apartment, I took off my shoes and held tight to the gym bag I’d brought along. Walking into the living room, a twinge of guilt assaulted me. She’d illuminated the room with scented candles and a romantic, crackling fireplace. A bottle of Pinot Grigio was on the table, and Rasheeda had uncovered her package. Her goodies peeked through a tight black lace teddy.
I felt so damned guilty. Rasheeda had gone out of her way to get ready for me, and I’d just finished fucking a ho. Even worse, she was gonna suck my dick after it’d been all up in Kianna. I’d done some dirty shit in my life, but this was grimier by far.
Rasheeda sat on the couch, then rolled onto her stomach, showing me that thick, oiled, dark chocolate ass. Tossing the bag, I unbuttoned my Rocawear jean shorts and let them fall to the floor, then pulled off my matching shirt. She smiled, flipped onto her back, and spun around with her feet facing me. Her little maneuver caused the bottom of her teddy to unsnap between her legs, revealing her thick bush. “Oops,” she exclaimed, spreading her legs, causing her lower lips to open.
Falling down on top of her, I squeezed her tight in a bear hug. Her body was hot. She burned with that special inner heat that women are blessed with every month. I held her tighter, relishing her body’s warmth. “You’re ovulating,” I said, filing the date away in my mind so that I could add it to my Horny Girl Calendar. I tried to keep track of my hos’ cycles to know when their hormones inspired them to fuck.
She reared back against the couch, staring at me wide-eyed. “How do you know this stuff?” she asked me in awe, confirming what I already knew.
“You learn a thing or two about people if you spend enough time around them,” I said, then fell to my knees before her. Pulling her ass forward until her crack was level with the edge of the couch, I snuggled my face with her thick bush and buried my lips into her moistness, slowly licking circles inside her slit.
“Hmph . . . and you said you weren’t going to eat this pussy unless it was shaved,” Rasheeda remarked arrogantly.
“I lied,” I replied as I stopped licking, and slid up her torso until we were face-to-face. My rigidness was pressed against her wet opening.
“Don’t stick it in without a rubba!” Rasheeda whispered, and rubbed her moistness on Monster.
“Chill, baby. I’m not going there,” I said, reassuring her that I wasn’t going to attempt to get any of her love without a glove on.
“Better not!”
“Wanna taste your pussy?”
“Gimme that tongue,” she instructed, then sucked it like it was a dick. Pounding my fingers
Some of the chicks on rotation had finally hit me back, so I called my voice mail to listen to my messages. As soon as I got past the automated voice mail message my phone beeped once loudly . . . very loudly . . . in my ear. “Fuck!” I exclaimed as I quickly moved the phone away from my ear. Two seconds later, the phone beeped loudly again and then promptly went dead. “Goddamn Sprint!” I cursed. Only Sprint would make a phone that gave you a low-battery warning right before the battery went dead.
“’Bout time you got here,” Rasheeda said in a sleepy voice as the loud buzzer buzzed.
She opened the door with a thin blanket wrapped around her and stared at me with a blank expression on her face. Her bone-straight hair was wound in a tight wrap, and her beautiful, juicy lips were poked out, making me want to rub my dick on them. Scanning her body, I tried to see what kinda sexy panties she had on but the damn cover was cock-blocking. My eyes traveled south to her legs. I smiled. She had oiled up all that good dark chocolate for me.
Turning her back to me, Rasheeda walked into the apartment and disappeared around the corner. “Lock the door, Euftis.” Her words wafted around the corner.
Stepping into the dimly lit apartment, I took off my shoes and held tight to the gym bag I’d brought along. Walking into the living room, a twinge of guilt assaulted me. She’d illuminated the room with scented candles and a romantic, crackling fireplace. A bottle of Pinot Grigio was on the table, and Rasheeda had uncovered her package. Her goodies peeked through a tight black lace teddy.
I felt so damned guilty. Rasheeda had gone out of her way to get ready for me, and I’d just finished fucking a ho. Even worse, she was gonna suck my dick after it’d been all up in Kianna. I’d done some dirty shit in my life, but this was grimier by far.
Rasheeda sat on the couch, then rolled onto her stomach, showing me that thick, oiled, dark chocolate ass. Tossing the bag, I unbuttoned my Rocawear jean shorts and let them fall to the floor, then pulled off my matching shirt. She smiled, flipped onto her back, and spun around with her feet facing me. Her little maneuver caused the bottom of her teddy to unsnap between her legs, revealing her thick bush. “Oops,” she exclaimed, spreading her legs, causing her lower lips to open.
Falling down on top of her, I squeezed her tight in a bear hug. Her body was hot. She burned with that special inner heat that women are blessed with every month. I held her tighter, relishing her body’s warmth. “You’re ovulating,” I said, filing the date away in my mind so that I could add it to my Horny Girl Calendar. I tried to keep track of my hos’ cycles to know when their hormones inspired them to fuck.
She reared back against the couch, staring at me wide-eyed. “How do you know this stuff?” she asked me in awe, confirming what I already knew.
“You learn a thing or two about people if you spend enough time around them,” I said, then fell to my knees before her. Pulling her ass forward until her crack was level with the edge of the couch, I snuggled my face with her thick bush and buried my lips into her moistness, slowly licking circles inside her slit.
“Hmph . . . and you said you weren’t going to eat this pussy unless it was shaved,” Rasheeda remarked arrogantly.
“I lied,” I replied as I stopped licking, and slid up her torso until we were face-to-face. My rigidness was pressed against her wet opening.
“Don’t stick it in without a rubba!” Rasheeda whispered, and rubbed her moistness on Monster.
“Chill, baby. I’m not going there,” I said, reassuring her that I wasn’t going to attempt to get any of her love without a glove on.
“Better not!”
“Wanna taste your pussy?”
“Gimme that tongue,” she instructed, then sucked it like it was a dick. Pounding my fingers
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