Erotic City by Pynk

right hand away from the firm grip he had on his man-size tool.
    Just as she shifted her body from lying beside him, he spread his legs almost automatically, making way for her driver-seat position. She moved downward and rested her tummy along the covers, tossing her hair behind her, and propped her elbows so that her hands could reach his wonder dick. Her legs hung off the bed and her
maple ass was sprawled out. He caught a downward glimpse and took a deep breath. His face said he knew what he was in for.
    Jarod put his right arm behind his head and leaned back, keeping his eyes on the sight of caramel Cherokee, with her d’ass tattoo on her right cheek, riding a dick doggy style, with the camera all up in the crack of her mammoth booty. Her ass jiggled like Jell-O. There was a loud slapping sound each time her cheeks would clap together.
    Meanwhile, Tamiko’s tongue tickled Jarod’s broad tip, and then his dorsal area. She traveled down to his substantial balls and kissed them.
    He lay back like a puppy getting his belly scratched.
    He shifted his eyes to view Tamiko, though he only saw the top of her head. She placed her hand under his thigh, signaling for him to raise his legs and she slipped her tongue up and down along the wrinkled skin of his tight asshole, poking inside, tossing his salad. He moaned and his eyes opened wide. He caught another glimpse of his girl Cherokee at work and tensed up. His asshole clamped around her stiff tongue. His dick surged and he let out a long, slow “Unghhhh.”
    Tamiko smiled at his manly anatomy and moved up to his hard-on. He lowered his legs, watching her as she took his dick deep into her mouth.
    She opened her mouth extra wide and slid him in, again and again, stretching her lips around his size, inching herself along, making sure to keep her teeth away as best she could. She backed away and spit, stroking his shaft with her palm, giving expert wrist rotation with every long stroke, similar to the stroke she’d learned by watching him jack off so often. She moved over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of Corona.
    “You are bad.” His statement was accentuated by raised eyebrows.
    “My mouth is dry.” She took a long swig and replaced the bottle.
    She kept the chilled brew in her mouth, and brought her lips back to his penis, slowly inserting him deep inside with the beer meeting his hardness.
    “Damn, that shit feels good.”
    She sucked, and moved her head like a bobble-head doll, making sloshing sounds and allowing small dribbles of the liquid to drip down and saturate his testicles. Again she took him all the way back, as far as it would go, and swallowed him to her tonsils. She held a handful of dick at the base and her mouth was full. He could feel the back of her throat. She growled.
    He said, “That’s my baby. Get all that shit in there.”
    Tamiko came up for air and again grabbed the bottle, this time drinking a few swallows for herself.
    “You know I’m ready for that pussy, don’t you?” This time it was his eyes that said he was serious. “Turn over.”
    Tamiko propped herself up on her knees while Jarod sat up and positioned himself behind her. He still had a view of the movie. Cherokee was still going at it.
    He stuck himself inside of his woman. She jerked. He pulled out and slipped back in, this time slower.
    “That’s my big man, there,” she said, almost purring.
    “You know it.”
    Tamiko eyed the movie and grinded. There was a white woman, built like a sista, now joining in on the action. Tamiko was not surprised.
    Jarod said from behind Tamiko, “Damn, she’s got a body.”
    She shook her head in her mind only and concentrated on trying to make her man cum. She slid her ass up and down, taking most of what he had to offer, and stopped. She squirmed. “Let me get on my back.”
    He agreed and she turned over, opening her legs wide, exposing the view of her Brazilian-waxed pussy. He entered her again. She pulled away and took a