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Authors: Mike Sanders, Nuance Art
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right pocket, pulling out a Benjamin and flicked it back at her. He wanted to say something smart but Chris was stroking and applying just the right amount of pleasure to his manhood to keep him silent.
“That reason enough?” Red barely got out. He loved the way Chris was stroking him but at the moment, he felt that he’d produced a better use for the stripper chick’s lips.
She rolled her eyes and twisted up her lips in a sarcastic gesture. Red shook his head because he hated when broads did that shit. Nevertheless, the dancer picked up the bill, folded it and stuffed it in her bra. She and Chris opened their doors simultaneously and just like that, they traded places. Upon closer inspection of this chick, the blood continued to make his dick swell and caused it to dance to its own rhythm. As Red lustfully looked over the beauty that was now in front of him, his eyes caught the silver choker that rested on her neck and saw the letters T-A-S-T-E-E. “Tastee . . . that’s what they call you?”
“Oooh, and he reads too.” Tastee rolled her eyes. Red had enough of the attitude and the lip—it was time to put those mutha-fuckas to work. He gently reached across the seat and put his fingers through her hair—he got off on that shit and as he imagined pulling on it tightly while he was fucking her from the back. He guided her head to his lap and felt her soft moist lips on his tool, waxing it like a car and making his midsection squirm and dance to its own tune. Red’s head laid back as Tastee went up and down, providing her own sauces for his meat. “Damn you good.” He exhaled and tried to sit up straight.
“And you’re Tastee—and juicy—just the way I like it.”
Red put the truck into gear and looked over his shoulder at Chris who was smiling and still rolling the blunt. He smiled at her and pulled out of the parking lot with thoughts of what he was going to do to that ass clouding the front and the back of his mind.
***
“Fuck yeah!” Red shouted as sweat glistened on his body. He was naked save for some high top Nikes. Chris was shouting—praising and cursing God in the same breath for the dick that continued to pulsate her insides and make her body come alive with fire. Chris was riding Red, cowgirl-style. She struggled to keep her rhythm in pace with Red’s stroke game because truth be told, she’d never had dick like that before. Chris’ powerful legs clamped around his waist as her body bounced like jelly up and down Red’s taut body. Chris hadn’t anticipated getting the ride of her life tonight but she knew it was in part to Red’s excitement about the threesome they were having. Her eyes opened and she briefly enjoyed the view of Tastee’s pussy as she masturbated on the recliner a few feet away, moving her fingers in and out of her soaked juice box with urgency. Tastee had already had a couple of rounds with them both and this finger flicking was her break. When Chris saw Tastee suck her own juices off her finger, this only encouraged her to nibble on Red’s ear, which made him dance inside of her in a frenzy.
Just as Chris loved being watched as she was being fucked, Tastee was enjoying watching both Red’s nutsack swing back and forth and the jiggling of Chris’ titties as their bodies collided and became one. The red light flashing on the laptop for the viewers on a popular adult web cam site who were watching all three of them only seemed to entice Tastee more. Red had logged into his Black Friend finder account and set up the webcam as soon as they entered the apartment. Normally, he would have been the one observing live action on the site, but tonight he decided he would finally let the viewers watch him put in work!
“Take dis dick, bitch!” Red commanded as he thrust upward. Chris held on tight as his dick pierced her uterus. She had another orgasm as the base of Red’s dick rubbed her the right way. After Chris got off her ride, Tastee moved in position to get her
“That reason enough?” Red barely got out. He loved the way Chris was stroking him but at the moment, he felt that he’d produced a better use for the stripper chick’s lips.
She rolled her eyes and twisted up her lips in a sarcastic gesture. Red shook his head because he hated when broads did that shit. Nevertheless, the dancer picked up the bill, folded it and stuffed it in her bra. She and Chris opened their doors simultaneously and just like that, they traded places. Upon closer inspection of this chick, the blood continued to make his dick swell and caused it to dance to its own rhythm. As Red lustfully looked over the beauty that was now in front of him, his eyes caught the silver choker that rested on her neck and saw the letters T-A-S-T-E-E. “Tastee . . . that’s what they call you?”
“Oooh, and he reads too.” Tastee rolled her eyes. Red had enough of the attitude and the lip—it was time to put those mutha-fuckas to work. He gently reached across the seat and put his fingers through her hair—he got off on that shit and as he imagined pulling on it tightly while he was fucking her from the back. He guided her head to his lap and felt her soft moist lips on his tool, waxing it like a car and making his midsection squirm and dance to its own tune. Red’s head laid back as Tastee went up and down, providing her own sauces for his meat. “Damn you good.” He exhaled and tried to sit up straight.
“And you’re Tastee—and juicy—just the way I like it.”
Red put the truck into gear and looked over his shoulder at Chris who was smiling and still rolling the blunt. He smiled at her and pulled out of the parking lot with thoughts of what he was going to do to that ass clouding the front and the back of his mind.
***
“Fuck yeah!” Red shouted as sweat glistened on his body. He was naked save for some high top Nikes. Chris was shouting—praising and cursing God in the same breath for the dick that continued to pulsate her insides and make her body come alive with fire. Chris was riding Red, cowgirl-style. She struggled to keep her rhythm in pace with Red’s stroke game because truth be told, she’d never had dick like that before. Chris’ powerful legs clamped around his waist as her body bounced like jelly up and down Red’s taut body. Chris hadn’t anticipated getting the ride of her life tonight but she knew it was in part to Red’s excitement about the threesome they were having. Her eyes opened and she briefly enjoyed the view of Tastee’s pussy as she masturbated on the recliner a few feet away, moving her fingers in and out of her soaked juice box with urgency. Tastee had already had a couple of rounds with them both and this finger flicking was her break. When Chris saw Tastee suck her own juices off her finger, this only encouraged her to nibble on Red’s ear, which made him dance inside of her in a frenzy.
Just as Chris loved being watched as she was being fucked, Tastee was enjoying watching both Red’s nutsack swing back and forth and the jiggling of Chris’ titties as their bodies collided and became one. The red light flashing on the laptop for the viewers on a popular adult web cam site who were watching all three of them only seemed to entice Tastee more. Red had logged into his Black Friend finder account and set up the webcam as soon as they entered the apartment. Normally, he would have been the one observing live action on the site, but tonight he decided he would finally let the viewers watch him put in work!
“Take dis dick, bitch!” Red commanded as he thrust upward. Chris held on tight as his dick pierced her uterus. She had another orgasm as the base of Red’s dick rubbed her the right way. After Chris got off her ride, Tastee moved in position to get her
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