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“The seat of your sexuality lies in your erogenous zones,” Nairobia said. “My darling, men, close your eyes. Ladies, reach out and touch your men. Caress his face. Allow a finger to trace the curve of his lips. Let it linger there for a bit . . .”
Isaiah frowned. He was not about to close his eyes. LaQuandra would fuck around and do some dumb shit and he’d have to beat her ass out here on this sand.
LaQuandra was surprised the bastard sat still, so that she could feel on him. Her hands slid over his shoulders, then across his chest. She felt her inner walls clench.
“Mm. Ja . . . ja,” Nairobia purred. “Love over your husband’s skin. Allow the palms of your hands to breathe in his heartbeat.” Nairobia paused, waited for everyone to get on board.
Dr. Dangerfield sat in back of Nairobia, facing the couples on a white cushion, where Sin had joined her, to observe the couples. So far, the only person who had her attention was Sin.
Damn him.
Krista’s hands slid over Kendall’s chocolate skin. She was thankful for having such a good man, a loving man—a monogamous man.
LaQuandra, although mad, welcomed the contact with Isaiah’s flesh; even if he did keep his eyes open the entire time.
Brenda, always the eager one, had no problem laying hands on Roselle, be it passionately or aggressively.
Nairobia continued, “Now, my darlings, gently graz
e a fingertip over his nipples. Twirl. Tease. Lightly tweak until it tightens, until it pebbles into tiny balls of pleasure.”
“Oww! Shit,” Isaiah snapped, slapping LaQuandra’s hand away when she pinched and twisted his nipples.
LaQuandra smirked. Bastard. “Oops. My bad.”
He scowled at her. “Whatever, Quandra. Don’t have me break your face out here.”
LaQuandra rolled her eyes. “Nigga, I dare you.”
Dr. Dangerfield eyed the two. The tension between them was thicker than she’d imagined. She’d have to really—
“You’re looking sexier and sexier every time I see you,” Sin whispered, cutting into Dr. Dangerfield’s thoughts. He kept his gaze on Nairobia’s mouthwatering ass, before landing his eyes back on Dr. Dangerfield.
She waved him on dismissively. She’d seen how he looked at Nairobia. Entranced by the enchantress. They all were. Always lusting for the infamous sex goddess.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Dr. Dangerfield teased.
Sin grinned. “Only to the pretty ones.”
Dr. Dangerfield playfully rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to distract me.”
He leaned in closer, and then licked his lips. “How am I doing so far?”
She imagined him devouring her cunt right here, out in full view for all to see.
“You’ll have to try a little harder,” she lied.
“Yeah, okay,” was all he said, before his eyes drifted back over to Nairobia, and then over at Brenda. He’d caught her eyeing him, so he winked, causing her to blush, then quickly turn away.
“Ladies,” Nairobia said. “Look at your husbands. Stare into his eyes, and repeat after me: I am good pussy.”
Brenda was the first to comply, proudly boasting, loudly, “I AM GOOD PUSSY.”
LaQuandra glared at Isaiah. “You already know this pussy is good. So no announcement needed.”
Isaiah rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but I ain’t fucking it—now what,” he felt clinging on the tip of his tongue. But he settled for, “Yeah, a’ight. Say it anyway.”
LaQuandra sucked her teeth. “I am good pussy, nigga.”
