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“Ahh,” she groans, “Mami.” “What is it?”
Smack.
“Mami.”
“You still think we’re playing?”
Smack.
“No.”
“What?”
Smack.
She’s whimpering like a neglected kitten. “No, Mami.”
Smack.
“Now apologize correctly.”
Smack.
“I’m sorry!” She cries.
“Are you still with us? Is it too much for you?”
She turns to me, sweaty and her face riddled with pleasurable pain. “No, I’m okay.” “No, you’re okay…what?”
Smack.
“No, I’m okay, Mami.” “Good girl.”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Finally, she can take no more.
“Ahh fuck!” she yelps, “Scissor, scissor.” “Thought you’d never ask.”
She’s unraveled from her binds first and then the gag. Her wrists have deep marks ingrained in them, showing just how much she can handle. She’s led to the bed, receiving a light push down onto the sheets. Damien relocates to the front of the bed, standing apart enough to get the full presentation. He resparks his blunt, fully locked in. Big Daddy blows smoke in our direction, surrounding our bodies with thick, grape-scented clouds.
I’m in mode, crawling to Syren with the pace of a stalking Cheetah. She repositions her sexy body so that her legs are right in front of me. My hands travel up her thighs, making her tremble with anticipation. I have her right where I want her, trailing my tongue between each thigh. She moans, calling my name under her breath like it’s a secret.
She’s my personal focus. The feature presentation in my private theater. And in order to make a great movie, I need my actress’s experience on set to provide maximum comfort. She bites her lip, guiding my face to the start of her waist.
“You want Mami to taste you?” “Yes, yes…”
“Yes…what?”
“Yes, please, Mami.”
My tongue drops to her waist, making circles in multiple spots of her skin. Each larger than the last. She’s cooing like a hummingbird, allowing me full access to her body. I keep my touch soft and methodical, enjoying every inch of her that my hands can manage at a time. Her panties come off, tossed to the floor in a heap. The bra is next, dropping near Damien’s feet.
I kiss back down to her clit before using my tongue as a guide around her sweet center. Plunging it in and out just to hear her moan in bliss. I want my entire mouth to taste like her. I want her completely hypnotized by my tongue, taking her back to a more simplistic time in life where Cheesecake Bars exist and bills do not. She screams my name perfectly. The letters just flow off her tongue while mine is covered in her sweetness. I grip her thighs to keep her in black, tracing my initials on her clit in repetitive fashion. Her moans grow louder, turning me on to the highest extent. She’s near the edge of the cliff with a parachute on, just about to jump.
I use my middle finger as a partner, easing it through her doors to make room for myself. It’s protected by warmth and a meditating wetness as I start to pleasure myself. Our concert of affliction transitions from acapella to an orgasmic duet. We’re Ella Mai & H.E.R closing out a tour. The collaboration of Whitney Houston & Hailey Kilgore we never got. Our song brings peace to the room like the Ocean on a sleepless midnight. She’s singing. I’m humming. Both of us are already coming. It’s a beautiful awakening.
She’s left there to catch herself, immobile and panting. I get off the bed to take a hit from Damien’s blunt like it’s a rest period, prepping myself for what’s next. I’m back on the bed after two more hits, letting the smoke hit the ceiling in a single line. We angle our legs at a forty five degree angle with me on top. Our clits align before I start to grind, going at a very slow pace.
