tightens in anticipation. He lets out a loud grunt then, in an instant, shoots out thick, creamy cum. The three of us take turns sucking his dick. Paris and I lick the sides of his shaft, while Persia sucks his balls. The three of us twirl our tongues all around his dick and balls, then lick up his nut before shifting our bodies and offering him our tongues. He kisses all three of us.
He closes his eyes, smiling. “Daaaaaamn, that was good.”
“Oh, nooooo,” we say in unison.
“The party’s just getting started,” Persia adds.
He pops his eyes open in shock. “Y’all wanna go another round?”
“Of course we do,” Persia tells him. “We never get tired of fucking.” Paris and I lick our lips. “You want pussy or ass? What you want first, Daddy?”
He grins. “All the above,” he says, shaking his head, grinning. “But, I’m gonna need a minute to rest.”
Persia gets up off the bed, walking into the bathroom. “There is no time for rest,” Paris whispers into his ear as I take his dick back into my mouth. “Our pussies need attention now.”
Persia comes back over to the bed and hands him two pills. He looks at her, confused. “It’s Viagra. Take two; it’ll keep your cock hard until we are done fucking you.”
“Oh, damn,” he says, lifting up on his forearm. He takes the pills. “Y’all don’t mess around, huh? I probably only need one of these,” he says, swallowing one and handing her the other. I am slowly milking his dick back to life with my mouth, lips, and tongue.
She grins, reaching for another condom from off the night-stand. “I told you I wanted to fuck the shit out of you.” I remove my mouth when he is rigid and ready. My pussy constricts as Persia rolls the condom down on his dick. “And we plan on fucking you nonstop.” I climb up over him, lift my hips, while Persia guides his dick into the back of my slit. I moan as I inch down on him. Persia slaps my ass. “Now, ride this nigga down into the mattress.”
Porsha
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few nights later, we’re in our media room down in the basement, drinking Moscato and listening to CDs. Tyrese’s “On Top of Me” is playing low in the background. Persia is stretched out on one end of the leather sofa, Paris is sitting on the opposite end with her feet propped up on the leather cocktail ottoman, and I am sitting on the floor Indian-style, facing them. When we’re not working, traveling, or running errands, this is what we like to do. Sit and chill—listen to music and get caught up.
“Damn, I’d love to have Tyrese on top of me right about now,” Persia says, swaying to the music. She starts singing her own version of the lyrics. “Boy, I want youuuu on top...of...me...I got what ya dick needs...climb on up...on top of me...ride this pussy, nigga...”
Paris laughs. “Girl, shut that howling up. You’re making my ears bleed with all that screeching and shit.”
She sucks her teeth. “Whatever. You’re such a hater.”
“Hate on this,” Paris says, tossing two throw pillows at her. She ducks, swatting them away.
“You think Tyrese has a big dick?” I ask.
“Who cares?” Persia states, twisting her lips up. “That man can have a dick the size of a half-bitten Snickers bar as far as I’mconcerned. As long as he eats pussy like a champion and is loaded with hot, gooey nuts, he can still get it.”
“Mmmm,” I practically purr, taking a sip of my drink. “I’ll give it to him. He’s sexy as hell. But, he doesn’t look like he can bring it in the sheets.”
Persia gives me an incredulous look. “Are you serious? He doesn’t look like he can bring it? Oh, that nigga’s bringing it and then some. Trust and believe.”
“Girl, fuck the sheets,” Paris snaps. “He can be as stiff as a corpse for all I care. I’ll ride down on that nigga’s face and fuck the shit out of his tongue, okay?”
I laugh.
“Ummm, speaking of big dick,” Persia says, grinning. “Damon wants to see us.
He closes his eyes, smiling. “Daaaaaamn, that was good.”
“Oh, nooooo,” we say in unison.
“The party’s just getting started,” Persia adds.
He pops his eyes open in shock. “Y’all wanna go another round?”
“Of course we do,” Persia tells him. “We never get tired of fucking.” Paris and I lick our lips. “You want pussy or ass? What you want first, Daddy?”
He grins. “All the above,” he says, shaking his head, grinning. “But, I’m gonna need a minute to rest.”
Persia gets up off the bed, walking into the bathroom. “There is no time for rest,” Paris whispers into his ear as I take his dick back into my mouth. “Our pussies need attention now.”
Persia comes back over to the bed and hands him two pills. He looks at her, confused. “It’s Viagra. Take two; it’ll keep your cock hard until we are done fucking you.”
“Oh, damn,” he says, lifting up on his forearm. He takes the pills. “Y’all don’t mess around, huh? I probably only need one of these,” he says, swallowing one and handing her the other. I am slowly milking his dick back to life with my mouth, lips, and tongue.
She grins, reaching for another condom from off the night-stand. “I told you I wanted to fuck the shit out of you.” I remove my mouth when he is rigid and ready. My pussy constricts as Persia rolls the condom down on his dick. “And we plan on fucking you nonstop.” I climb up over him, lift my hips, while Persia guides his dick into the back of my slit. I moan as I inch down on him. Persia slaps my ass. “Now, ride this nigga down into the mattress.”
Porsha
CHAPTER SEVEN
A few nights later, we’re in our media room down in the basement, drinking Moscato and listening to CDs. Tyrese’s “On Top of Me” is playing low in the background. Persia is stretched out on one end of the leather sofa, Paris is sitting on the opposite end with her feet propped up on the leather cocktail ottoman, and I am sitting on the floor Indian-style, facing them. When we’re not working, traveling, or running errands, this is what we like to do. Sit and chill—listen to music and get caught up.
“Damn, I’d love to have Tyrese on top of me right about now,” Persia says, swaying to the music. She starts singing her own version of the lyrics. “Boy, I want youuuu on top...of...me...I got what ya dick needs...climb on up...on top of me...ride this pussy, nigga...”
Paris laughs. “Girl, shut that howling up. You’re making my ears bleed with all that screeching and shit.”
She sucks her teeth. “Whatever. You’re such a hater.”
“Hate on this,” Paris says, tossing two throw pillows at her. She ducks, swatting them away.
“You think Tyrese has a big dick?” I ask.
“Who cares?” Persia states, twisting her lips up. “That man can have a dick the size of a half-bitten Snickers bar as far as I’mconcerned. As long as he eats pussy like a champion and is loaded with hot, gooey nuts, he can still get it.”
“Mmmm,” I practically purr, taking a sip of my drink. “I’ll give it to him. He’s sexy as hell. But, he doesn’t look like he can bring it in the sheets.”
Persia gives me an incredulous look. “Are you serious? He doesn’t look like he can bring it? Oh, that nigga’s bringing it and then some. Trust and believe.”
“Girl, fuck the sheets,” Paris snaps. “He can be as stiff as a corpse for all I care. I’ll ride down on that nigga’s face and fuck the shit out of his tongue, okay?”
I laugh.
“Ummm, speaking of big dick,” Persia says, grinning. “Damon wants to see us.
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