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I let out a moan. Cash’s cock flashes in my head.
You wanna pump ya dick down in this wet throat?
I moan again, creamin’ all ova Alex’s dick.
“Daaaaam, baby…fuck…aaaah, shit…ya pussy’s so fuckin’ wet, ma…ohhhhh, shiiiit…aaaah, fuck…”
Alex grabs me by the ass, pulls open my cheeks. I lean forward, stop movin’ and let ’im punch my pussy up wit’ his dick as he rapidly thrusts upward.
“Ohhh, yes…beat my pussy up, muhfucka…yeah, yeah, yeah… right there…right there…I’m gettin’ ready to nut all ova that dick…”
A bitch’s in a sexual zone. My steamy pussy’s grabbin’ the nigga’s dick.
Cash’s face flashes through my thoughts. I buck ’n bounce up ’n down. Pull a titty into my mouth, lickin’ my nipple.
Cash’s is swingin’ his dick at me; strokin’ it and grinnin’ at me. I can feel my nut buildin’; feel it bubblin’ up from my asshole to my clit.
“I’ll slice ya muthafuckin’ dick off ’n ram it in ya ass…fuck you rough ’n hard deep in that fat, black ass of yours, nigga…a bitch’ll put a bullet in ya dome, muhfucka…”
I don’t hear or see shit. Just Cash and his fat anaconda-cock spurtin’ out a buncha dick milk. “Yeah, black, crusty muhfucka… bust that nut, nigga…I’ma split ya shit, muhfucka…”
It’s not ’til Alex flips me off’a ’im that I realize my hands have been ’round his throat, and my nails into his skin. “Yo, what da fuck was you doin’? You was on some real extra shit tryna choke a muhfucka out ’n shit. What da fuck you into, ma?”
“Oh shit…I-I-I’m so sorry. I got caught up in a role-play fantasy,” I lie.
He frowns. “Role play? That shit sounded like you was tryna take a muhfucka’s manhood, talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ off a nigga’s shit ’n rammin’ it in his ass and all kinda crazy shit like that. What’s really good wit’ you, ma? A muhfucka needs to know what kinda shit you in to?”
Fuck, shit…goddamn it! Bitch you gotta be more aware what comes outta ya mouth, I think, tryna explain my way outta the situation. I apologize again. Tell ’im that I got so caught up in how good his dick was feelin’ that I got lost in a zone; that his stroke game has a bitch comin’ outta character.
I kiss the fresh scars on his neck caused by my nails. Lucky for ’im his scratches aren’t as deep or as long as the ones I put on Tone. On some real shit, I feel bad for clawin’ this nigga up.
“I really apologize,” I say again, rollin’ back on top of ’im. His dick is still hard, stretchin’ the condom to full capacity. I can tell the muhfucka’s ready to explode; ready to spurt out a bucket of hot creamy nut. I reach underneath me, grab it and squeeze. “How can I make it up to you?” I kiss ’im lightly on the lips, then his neck, again. “Tell me how I can make it all betta.”
He grins. “You really wanna make it up to me?”
This sexy muhfucka, I think, noddin’. Bitch, keep it cute. You already know what it is wit’ this nigga.
He pulls off the condom, tosses it ova onto the floor.
I raise up, frownin’. “Muhfucka, I know you don’t think I’ma ’bout to let you run ya dick in me raw.”
He laughs, pullin’ me into his arms. “Nah, chill, ma. Ain’t nobody tryna go naked in you. I want you to lay in my arms; that’s it. Let a muhfucka hold you, aiight?”
He wraps his arms ’round me, and I lay my head on his chest, closin’ my eyes. I inhale his manly scent. It’s a mixture of sweat and cologne. He strokes my hair. And on some real shit, a bitch’s surprised at how good it feels to be in his arms, listenin’ to his heartbeat. Sumthin’ ’bout its rhythmic beat is calmin’.
Bitch, how da fuck you get here, goin’ from iggin’ this nigga to lyin’ in his arms?
Why da fuck you keep fuckin’ wit’ his ass when you know he ain’t no fuckin’ good?
“Yo, tell me ’bout ya life,” Alex says, disruptin’ the questions runnin’ through my head.
I look up at ’im. “’Scuse me?”
He repeats himself. “I wanna know how you grew up. Tell me ’bout ya fam.”
“There’s nuthin’ much to tell. Born in Brooklyn, raised in da projects, bred in da streets; pops in prison, moms dead. No brothas, no sistas. A bitch is solo.”
“I can dig it. Damn, sorry to hear ’bout ya moms, though.”
