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I scream out in need as they both stroke their dicks with one hand while tongue-fucking my wet and wanting cunt, their tongues echoing the smack-slap and thrust and withdrawal of their cocks sliding through their palms.

Desire and heat creeps up in me. Sweeps through my pussy and snatches my breath. I want them both inside of me. Marcel’s thick, dark chocolate slicing into my cunt. Caramel’s curved dick sawing into my ass.

Fucking me.

Stroking me.

Gutting me.

Before the sun rises…I’ll have them both.

And then I will savor watching Marcel mercilessly fuck himself into Caramel’s gaping wet mouth again, coating his throat with another round of his sweet semen before sending our secret lover on his merry way.

THIRTEEN

Marcel

After a taking an early morning run on the beach, then sitting out on the terrace looking out over the Pacific Ocean, Sunday afternoon finds Marika and I are already getting in round two with our second guest for the weekend before we have to board our private jet and head back to New York in another three hours. Bret Morrison. Six-four star point guard and one of the NBA’s hottest draft picks. And another cat who loves pussy, but digs getting it in with another muhfucka on the low whenever the opportunity presents itself.

Like right now.

Marika and I have gotten it in with Bret several times over the last two years when we’re out on the West Coast and feel the urge to indulge with a repeat. Kicking some real shit, I think Marika’s crushin’ on him on the low.

But it’s all good.

I’m diggin’ the long-tongued, thick-dicked muhfuckah’s swag on the low, too. With his sexy dark eyes, lean, muscular frame and tattooed flesh, he’s the only cat I can actually close my eyes and visualize his sensual mouth wrapped around my dick—sucking my shit like it’s the last thing he’ll ever slide into his wet mouth, sucking this dick with a whole lot of spit—and my dick will brick up without stroking it.

There’s something ’bout this sexy muhfuckah that does it for me. But still I keep that shit in check. Keep it in perspective. It’s strictly physical.

Aiight, aiight…and part mental.

But that’s it. I’m not tryna wave some rainbow flag and wife the muhfucka. But keepin’ shit a hunnid, I’ve definitely considered fucking him in his ass a few times. Word is bond. This niggah has a juicy muhfuckin’ ass.

And it’s the only muhfucka’s ass I’ve ever stuck my tongue in. Tongue-fucked the shit outta it while he sucked my shit.

Sixty-nine.

His ass hovering over my face.

My tongue flicking around in his asshole.

My legs bent at the knees and spread wide.

His mouth on my dick.

Marika sucking and licking on my balls, then inching up and sucking his hard dick into her mouth.

It was the first time I bust off mad fast.

In less than fifteen minutes.

“Ooh, yes, baby,” Marika says in between soft moans and low groans. “Uh, uh, uh, uh…” She fucks back on my dick, her pussy gulping in all but two thick inches of it. “Oooh, yesss…uh, my pussy…mmmm…feels so good…oooh…”

With my hands on my hips, I keep still. Allow Marika to clap her ass up and down and around my dick, her wet cunt sliding back and forth on it.

Slap!

“Yeah, baby, get that dick,” I coax, watching her ass bounce and shake as I slap it.

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