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Jessica racked up expensive clothes, lingerie, shoes, purses, bathing suits, and jewelry. Maserati Meek spent roughly forty grand on her shopping spree with his Amex Black Card, and it wasn’t a dent to him. Forty grand was like forty pennies.
Next, they pulled up into the entrance area of the MGM Grand, the third-largest hotel in the world. The driver opened their door, and they both climbed out of the Bentley and stepped foot onto superiority.
Once again, Jessica was awe-struck. Although she was getting money with Kip and rubbed elbows with ball players and drug dealers, her background was gangs, murder, and poverty. She had been suddenly thrust into a world that only the fortunate were meant to experience.
She had over a dozen shopping bags for the bellhops to carry into their suite. She walked into the hotel, eyeing everything. The place was huge, and luxury couldn’t even describe its atmospheric lobby.
Jessica strutted through the opulent lobby, her high heels click-clacking against the extensive marble flooring. Flanked by Maserati Meek, the bellhops were behind them carrying their items to the elevator and into their room.
Maserati Meek placed his keycard into the lock. The small light went from red to green, and he pushed open the door.
Jessica entered the luxurious 950-square-foot corner suite with a magnificent sweeping view of the Vegas strip and other tourist attractions. It had sleek furnishing in the extended living room, an oversized marble bar, a Roman spa tub, and a dining area for four. “Ohmygod!” she exclaimed, absolutely floored.
Meek smiled. He tipped each bellhop a fifty and sent them away.
Jessica explored the room. The place was flawless. The room was fitted with electronic sheer blinds, as well blackout ones, keeping out the bright lights of Vegas along with the bright sun for better sleeping. The plush accommodations and amenities were everything she could ask for.
Before they did anything, Jessica felt she owed him. Now it was her turn to make him happy. She looked his way and smiled. She undressed right there in the living room, took off everything but her high heels, and approached Meek, biting her lip and touching herself.
“C’mere, homes. Te quiero.”
Her ghettoness and the Spanish turned him on completely. Meek stood there, ready to be victimized by her.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and started to undo the buttons and zipper on his white shorts. She reached into his shorts and pulled out his manhood. Surprisingly, it was bigger than she thought it was going to be, but not huge. It was pinkish but solid. Her manicured hand slowly jerked him off, and then she wrapped her lips around his dick and shifted back and forth, wetting and pleasing his erection with her full lips, cupping and massaging his balls. Her mouth was like a vacuum.
Maserati Meek pulled her off his dick and lifted her to her feet.
Jessica wiped her mouth and looked surprised that he didn’t let her finish. Usually, when she gave a man a blowjob, he was overwhelmed with stimulation and ready to come.
“Let’s continue this in the bedroom,” he suggested.
She was down for whatever.
They entered the bedroom where Maserati Meek took Jessica and placed her on her back, on the comforter of the bed. He removed his shirt and shorts and positioned himself between her legs, making himself comfortable. His thing was eating pussy. It gave him great pleasure to pleasure women.
He found her sweet spot and saw how wet she was for him. He fingered her for a moment and then licked his fingers, tasting her sweet, sticky juices. He spread her legs farther apart to view all of her. She was amazing below—completely shaven clean, her lips pink, smooth, and glistening with moisture.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured.
Jessica’s chest heaved up and down when he parted her lips again, revealing her pink center, and fingered her momentarily.
He placed his lips to her core and tasted her sweetness. He dug his tongue into her middle like a drill and sucked her juices. He nibbled at her clit.
“Oh god! Ooooh shit!” she groaned, squirming.
“Keep still,” he told her. He encircled his arms around her thighs to make sure she couldn’t get away from him.
Her body went into overdrive with pleasure as he licked and sucked on her more and more. He was going to make her come. His shit was raw and unadulterated. He was a freak.
He wanted to eat her pussy out in different positions.
Jessica went from lying on her back with her legs spread to being placed on all fours with Meek attacking her goodies from the back. She then straddled his face. His tongue was rigid inside of her, and before she knew it, she was coming on his face, exploding, and trembling uncontrollably from an intense orgasm.
“What the fuck!” she uttered, feeling spent, her head spinning. She had no complaints; no complaints at all.
Maserati Meek looked like a man who just constructed the world’s tallest building. “Get dressed. Let’s go have some fun, eh.”
Any more fun and she might just have a heart attack from happiness. She got dressed in one of the many outfits he had bought her, a Victoria Beckham dress, printed with a kaleidoscope of color.
