“Dey gonna watch whatever you upload cuz it ain’t the food dey obsessed with. It’s seein yo’ pretty ass. When you ain’t bein’ so fuckin’ impossible, you a cool lil’ vibe.” I blocked the punch she threw. “Watch out.”
“I’m not used to having freedom from responsibility, Tunan.”
“Well, real shit, get used to it. You can do whatever you wanna do.”
“I can’t expect you to take care of me, let alone my family.”
“Aye.” Pulling her face closer to mine, her legs fell on either side of my chest. I pulled at her chin, our lips as close as they could be before they touched. “However unconventional dis shit is, you my wife, Glow. Upload the content or don’t. Regardless, I’ma handle shit when it comes to you, and dat’s errthang dat comes with yo’ ass too.”
“First, you gotta stay out of Memphis, so you can actually get to the money.”
Going for it, I pecked her lips once, twice, and then sucked them into my mouth without letting up. When my dicked jumped again, I pulled back. I was serious about not fucking Glow until I felt she was on the right path to beating this anorexia shit.
“With or without da mob, you gotta know, I’ma get to it, my baby.”
Kissing her soft-ass lips again, I squeezed her bare thighs. Glow was so pretty, even with the weight loss. I was hoping she had at least gained something since Ma Cathy and I had been stuffing her ass. I had a good mind to tell her to step on the scaleI’d seen in her bathroom when I ran her a bath, but I didn’t want to push her past her limit with me.
Deepening the kiss, I rubbed my hand up her soft-ass skin. As the cover fell away from the rest of her body, my dick bricked. Her arousal was strong and loud because she wasn’t wearing any fucking panties. It was something about this girl that just fucking did it for me. The health shit had me questioning a lot, but every time I thought about bouncing on the marriage, a voice was loud as fuck telling me, “Hell nawl.”
Fuck it.
“What are you doing, Tunan?” She squirmed within my grasp.
“’Bout to eat yo’ pussy. Lay back.”
Instead of waiting for her to comply, I pulled her legs so that her ass was hanging off the bed. I sat her cheeks right on my chest, putting her pretty-ass pussy right in my face. Not waiting, I peeled her lips back and clamped down on her bud.
“Ohhhhhhh!”
“Shut up. You gone wake up my new best friend.”
Bringing her pussy lips inside my mouth, I watched as she drove her elbows into the bed.
“Uggghhhhhh! Right there.”
“I’ma stop.” I warned her, serious about not waking Ma Cathy up.
“Okay, okay! Shit… Okay. Just don’t stop.”
Freaky, pretty ass.
Reaching around her, I grabbed a tube of the sugar-free ice cream. Once the top was off, I scooped some out and pressed it onto her swollen bud.
“Ahhh, gossssh!”
“Too cold?” I asked as her body bucked.
“Un hunh!” She reached out and pushed my head down. “Warm me back up.”
My brothers always said food could throw a woman’s pH off, but I was sure Glow had some special wash to handle it. She kept all types of products on deck from that PR shit. She was the fucking product girl.
Product girl with butter pecan pussy.
Once I took a few licks, I nearly regretted doing the shit. Glow’s legs were vibrating, and the pussy itself tasted immaculate, but I’d let Shit-talker’s autobiography of his diabetic wife get into my head. I fucked around and purchased sugar-free ice cream, and I had even told myself I was going to watch Glow’s sugar intake from now on. This shit would have been so good had I gotten my normal brands, Blue Bell or Ben & Jerry’s. I fucked up, but it was too late to back out, so I ate her sugar-free pussy straight off the bone.
Chapter 18
Italian Cuppacio
