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Where you been at? You must have got married on me?â he said as he hugged me.
âNot yet. I had a baby, though.â
âYeah, you got a baby by who?â he asked, scrunching his face up.
âYou donât know him,â I lied.
âDamn, thatâs supposed to be my baby.â He laughed, but I was seriously thinking the same thing. I wanted to have his baby so bad, but his sperm would not cooperate.
âWhat about you? You get married yet?â I asked.
âHell no. Who you here with?â he asked, changing the subject. He looked around and grabbed my hand. I pointed to Angelique. She looked over, saw I was going to be a while, and told me sheâd be back. Mark ordered a round of Patrón and began dancing with me. We caught up briefly, but I had to leave him to catch up with Angelique and them. I gave him my number and told him to call me later and began to walk away.
âWhere you going?â he asked.
âTo find my friends.â
âNo, stay with me a little longer,â he said, biting his lip and pulling me in to dance with him some more. I looked around and didnât see Angelique anywhere, so I agreed and danced off a dozen more songs and took more shots with him.
By the end of the night Mark demanded that I leave with him. All I could say was okay, because my panties were already about to explode after all the dirty winding we were doing. Plus, I remembered how spectacular his dick was and he always took out a couple stacks at a time. I texted Angelique that I was good and I would pick my car up from her place in the morning.
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Mark was staying at the Soho Grand hotel. We were both out of it, but all over each other. I couldnât wait to get him inside of me and he didnât waste any time undressing. My dress came off as soon as the door shut. Damn, it was the only thing I could think of as his pants hit the floor. His man was thick, juicy, and long like I remembered. I got on my knees and treated him like he was royalty. I began to taste and savor every inch of his dick. He loudly moaned and exhaled as I consumed him. He then stood up and bent me over the dresser, spreading my legs apart, and penetrated my body. Our bodies came together hard, like a fist hitting a palm, making a loud tapping noise. He had my breasts bouncing and my ass clapping together every time he pounded my insides. He demanded for me to take every inch. I kept pulling back, unable to accept all of him.
If I didnât know better, I would think he was on Viagra or something, because no matter what I did he would not release. We were both sweaty and panting and I gave it to him until I almost passed out. When we were finally done, he slapped my ass and said, âDamn, I missed your ass, Philly.â He then picked up the room service menu and turned on the television. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. By the time I came out of the shower wearing the hotelâs white robe, the food was there. He ordered us jumbo cocktail shrimps, fries, and cheeseburgers. The food was perfect to calm my drunken, unsteady stomach.
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I had the best night. Mark was a babe. After one night with him, I remembered why I used to be so into him. But it was daylight and it was time for me to leave. I was trying to gather my things and he was no help. I kept trying to wake him to ask if he had seen my phone. He threw his phone at me so I could use it. I dialed my number and âGood Pussy Groupieâ appeared on the screen and my phone began ringing. I was in shock that Mark had my name listed as a groupie on his phone. Wow, that was crazy. Thatâs all he thought of me. Damn , I thought as I looked over at him. He wasnât shit. But I should have known that by now. I let him play me again.
Not only did I fuck him all night and not get anything out of it, I had a history with him and he thought I was just a groupie. I didnât ask to stay with him, he was the
âNot yet. I had a baby, though.â
âYeah, you got a baby by who?â he asked, scrunching his face up.
âYou donât know him,â I lied.
âDamn, thatâs supposed to be my baby.â He laughed, but I was seriously thinking the same thing. I wanted to have his baby so bad, but his sperm would not cooperate.
âWhat about you? You get married yet?â I asked.
âHell no. Who you here with?â he asked, changing the subject. He looked around and grabbed my hand. I pointed to Angelique. She looked over, saw I was going to be a while, and told me sheâd be back. Mark ordered a round of Patrón and began dancing with me. We caught up briefly, but I had to leave him to catch up with Angelique and them. I gave him my number and told him to call me later and began to walk away.
âWhere you going?â he asked.
âTo find my friends.â
âNo, stay with me a little longer,â he said, biting his lip and pulling me in to dance with him some more. I looked around and didnât see Angelique anywhere, so I agreed and danced off a dozen more songs and took more shots with him.
By the end of the night Mark demanded that I leave with him. All I could say was okay, because my panties were already about to explode after all the dirty winding we were doing. Plus, I remembered how spectacular his dick was and he always took out a couple stacks at a time. I texted Angelique that I was good and I would pick my car up from her place in the morning.
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Mark was staying at the Soho Grand hotel. We were both out of it, but all over each other. I couldnât wait to get him inside of me and he didnât waste any time undressing. My dress came off as soon as the door shut. Damn, it was the only thing I could think of as his pants hit the floor. His man was thick, juicy, and long like I remembered. I got on my knees and treated him like he was royalty. I began to taste and savor every inch of his dick. He loudly moaned and exhaled as I consumed him. He then stood up and bent me over the dresser, spreading my legs apart, and penetrated my body. Our bodies came together hard, like a fist hitting a palm, making a loud tapping noise. He had my breasts bouncing and my ass clapping together every time he pounded my insides. He demanded for me to take every inch. I kept pulling back, unable to accept all of him.
If I didnât know better, I would think he was on Viagra or something, because no matter what I did he would not release. We were both sweaty and panting and I gave it to him until I almost passed out. When we were finally done, he slapped my ass and said, âDamn, I missed your ass, Philly.â He then picked up the room service menu and turned on the television. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. By the time I came out of the shower wearing the hotelâs white robe, the food was there. He ordered us jumbo cocktail shrimps, fries, and cheeseburgers. The food was perfect to calm my drunken, unsteady stomach.
Â
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I had the best night. Mark was a babe. After one night with him, I remembered why I used to be so into him. But it was daylight and it was time for me to leave. I was trying to gather my things and he was no help. I kept trying to wake him to ask if he had seen my phone. He threw his phone at me so I could use it. I dialed my number and âGood Pussy Groupieâ appeared on the screen and my phone began ringing. I was in shock that Mark had my name listed as a groupie on his phone. Wow, that was crazy. Thatâs all he thought of me. Damn , I thought as I looked over at him. He wasnât shit. But I should have known that by now. I let him play me again.
Not only did I fuck him all night and not get anything out of it, I had a history with him and he thought I was just a groupie. I didnât ask to stay with him, he was the
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