“Fuckkk, Reason! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Make her… cream… for me… baby!” I demanded between the licking and sucking.
She pulled her cheeks apart wider.
“Mmmhmmm, shiiit… I’ma make her cream for you, daddyyy…”
“Gimme that shit, Saje… drown me…”
I secured her bean between my lips and ate my wife the fuck up.
“Ahhhhh! It’s comin’, it’s comin’! Right there, Reason, right there! Don’t stop!”
Her ass bounced against my face.
Pussy slammed on my lips.
Her clit pulsed and swelled in my mouth.
“I’m cummin’, Reasonnn…”
As she orgasmed, I shifted and slid my tongue inside her, feeling her tighten around it.
Saje’s juices exited her tunnel, and I slurped it up as her body shook wildly. Nothing that came out of her went to waste.
Her breathing hadn’t settled when I stood, but I still entered, and her pussy claimed every inch the deeper I went.
Saje knew what time it was, and she never disappointed me. She threw that muthafucka back like she was a pornstar in one of them ghetto, homemade pornos. My wife’s pussy snatched and pulled the nut right out of my dick.
“Gahdamn! This pussy is good!” I groaned as cum filled her up.
Once again, Saje’s body quivered uncontrollably.
All I had left in me was a few more strokes, and that seemed to be all she needed because soon, her juices were gushing out all over me, making a beautiful, creamy puddle. Our fluids mixed, and I hoped it resulted in us making a baby. That was the one thing we were missing in our lives.
“As much as I would love for you to fuck me again, I need to get cleaned up and prepare for my next scene.”
Saje snatched the pack of wipes off the table and pulled a few out. She was rushing to get herself situated, so I followed suit. As I lifted my pants off the floor, my hand grazed the box in my pocket, reminding me that I hadn’t given her the bracelet yet.
When I first got here, she was in the middle of filming a scene, so I slipped the jewelry box into my pocket and forgot about it. My focus was on her and the man who played her husband on-screen. They acted like they were in a real-life argument. Shit looked real as fuck, and it only proved how great of an actress she was. I stood on the sidelines admiring her skills, and when she was done, I cheered her on. She was a beast at this acting shit.
Saje’s face lit up when she snapped out of character and saw me standing there clapping, surrounded byherlarge bouquet of roses. A few of the women who were a part of the cast eyed her gift. I knew there were some haters in the bunch, too. It came with the territory.
“Reason, my love,” Saje called, pulling me away from my thoughts. “Did you not hear me? I gotta get out of here,” she repeated, slipping into a gold-colored gown. She stood with her back facing me, then motioned for me to help her zip the dress up.
“I heard you, but there’s one more thing I need to give you before I leave. I forgot to give it to you when I gave you the roses.”
She turned to face me, giving me a girlish grin.
I pulled out the box and passed it to her. Saje wasted no time popping it open. The glistening diamonds danced in her eyes.
“Babyyy!” she cooed, then leaned up and gave me a sloppy, wet kiss.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” I jested.
She gently patted my dick. “Shit, I might have to make them muthafuckas wait after receiving this gift. You just made me want to milk that dick one more time.”
Saje looked down at the bracelet again; a huge smile reappeared on her face.
