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strokes him for a minute, then bends down and wraps her mouth around him. His hips jerk upward with surprise as his cock fills her mouth, and she begins raising and lowering her head with her lips wrapped tight around him.
“I’m not going to last, girl,” he whispers, raising his head to look at her head bobbing up and down, a little faster now. She’s obviously mastered the art of the blow job, too. Tyrell groans and his head lolls back on the bed.
I feel a little dizzy, so I carefully lean against the door jamb inside the closet. Sucking and lapping sounds fill the room, punctuated by Tyrell’s moans. Then Lisette stops, retrieves a condom from her nightstand, and rolls the thin latex over the massive erection commanding the scene.
“I gotta shoot my load in you, baby. This rocket’s gotta land.”
I roll my eyes. The hydraulics in this guy’s dick are in inverse proportion to his ability to express himself romantically.
Lisette climbs on the bed and Tyrell gives her room to straddle his hips.
“You sure?” he says.
“I can control it better this way.”
Tyrell hasn’t done much to lube up Lisette, except play with her tits, and it strikes me as a little unfair, especially since she has to handle all of him inside her. But she begins easing him in slowly, and for the first time, I hear her uttering little noises of pleasure.
But then he grabs her hips and shoves her down, hard, on his cock. She yelps like a small dog.
I almost jump out of the closet to pull her off him—you know, go all “stupid bitch” again—but I hold back. He’s pumping her hips against him, moaning, yelling out “Baby!” and “Girl, oh yeah, fuck me like that. I’m gonna come inside you, girl.” His balls slap against her ass, he’s driving into her so hard. Lisette has fallen forward, her hands bracing her upper body so her breasts dangle above Tyrell’s incessant narration of how his cock feels inside her or how fine her cunt feels wrapped around his dick. The only thing that excites me about their exertions is that Tyrell has no idea I’m watching from the closet.
Finally, Tyrell grunts out a final warning of his impending release and it’s over. He sucks on Lisette’s nipples for a few seconds, then pushes her off his rapidly deflating penis.
“Oh, baby, that was great.” He rubs his hand across his face and exhales. “You got some fine piece of ass, girl. Fine.” I’m annoyed that he doesn’t mention anything about it being Lisette’s first time with a guy.
If she’s disappointed, I can’t tell. Lisette has gotten off the bed and retrieved her robe from the floor. She slips it back on and turns back to Tyrell.
“You’ve got to go now. I’ve got to get cleaned up and ready.” She bends down, picks up his fallen clothes and tosses them on the bed. Tyrell raises his head and looks at her.
“Already? I just got here.”
And who’s fault is it that things ended too quickly for you?
He gets off the bed, removes the spent condom and dumps it into a wastebasket—without even wrapping it up in a tissue, ew!—and begins dressing silently. Lisette sits down on a chair by a vanity table and files her fingernail that has torn, examining it after every few seconds. As soon as Tyrell is back in his boat-sized Nikes, Lisette stands up and leads him to her bedroom door.
“Baby, you mad at me or something?” He flicks a lock of hair off her shoulder.
“No, I’m worried about the time. You showed up a little late.” She stands on her tiptoes and gives him a sweet little kiss on his cheek. “Come on, my dad could walk in any minute.”
They leave the room, and when I hear the front door of the apartment open and Tyrell leave, I step out of the closet and into the girly-girl bedroom. In less than a minute, I hear a faucet run and then Lisette pads back down the hall in her bare feet and into the bedroom, a glass of water in hand. She closes the door behind her while I sit down at the bottom of
“I’m not going to last, girl,” he whispers, raising his head to look at her head bobbing up and down, a little faster now. She’s obviously mastered the art of the blow job, too. Tyrell groans and his head lolls back on the bed.
I feel a little dizzy, so I carefully lean against the door jamb inside the closet. Sucking and lapping sounds fill the room, punctuated by Tyrell’s moans. Then Lisette stops, retrieves a condom from her nightstand, and rolls the thin latex over the massive erection commanding the scene.
“I gotta shoot my load in you, baby. This rocket’s gotta land.”
I roll my eyes. The hydraulics in this guy’s dick are in inverse proportion to his ability to express himself romantically.
Lisette climbs on the bed and Tyrell gives her room to straddle his hips.
“You sure?” he says.
“I can control it better this way.”
Tyrell hasn’t done much to lube up Lisette, except play with her tits, and it strikes me as a little unfair, especially since she has to handle all of him inside her. But she begins easing him in slowly, and for the first time, I hear her uttering little noises of pleasure.
But then he grabs her hips and shoves her down, hard, on his cock. She yelps like a small dog.
I almost jump out of the closet to pull her off him—you know, go all “stupid bitch” again—but I hold back. He’s pumping her hips against him, moaning, yelling out “Baby!” and “Girl, oh yeah, fuck me like that. I’m gonna come inside you, girl.” His balls slap against her ass, he’s driving into her so hard. Lisette has fallen forward, her hands bracing her upper body so her breasts dangle above Tyrell’s incessant narration of how his cock feels inside her or how fine her cunt feels wrapped around his dick. The only thing that excites me about their exertions is that Tyrell has no idea I’m watching from the closet.
Finally, Tyrell grunts out a final warning of his impending release and it’s over. He sucks on Lisette’s nipples for a few seconds, then pushes her off his rapidly deflating penis.
“Oh, baby, that was great.” He rubs his hand across his face and exhales. “You got some fine piece of ass, girl. Fine.” I’m annoyed that he doesn’t mention anything about it being Lisette’s first time with a guy.
If she’s disappointed, I can’t tell. Lisette has gotten off the bed and retrieved her robe from the floor. She slips it back on and turns back to Tyrell.
“You’ve got to go now. I’ve got to get cleaned up and ready.” She bends down, picks up his fallen clothes and tosses them on the bed. Tyrell raises his head and looks at her.
“Already? I just got here.”
And who’s fault is it that things ended too quickly for you?
He gets off the bed, removes the spent condom and dumps it into a wastebasket—without even wrapping it up in a tissue, ew!—and begins dressing silently. Lisette sits down on a chair by a vanity table and files her fingernail that has torn, examining it after every few seconds. As soon as Tyrell is back in his boat-sized Nikes, Lisette stands up and leads him to her bedroom door.
“Baby, you mad at me or something?” He flicks a lock of hair off her shoulder.
“No, I’m worried about the time. You showed up a little late.” She stands on her tiptoes and gives him a sweet little kiss on his cheek. “Come on, my dad could walk in any minute.”
They leave the room, and when I hear the front door of the apartment open and Tyrell leave, I step out of the closet and into the girly-girl bedroom. In less than a minute, I hear a faucet run and then Lisette pads back down the hall in her bare feet and into the bedroom, a glass of water in hand. She closes the door behind her while I sit down at the bottom of
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