This bitch is pissing me off!” Bevelyn said.
Nedia sat there with a smile on her face.
“I know that you’re happy, Nedia. Yes, I love and that good pussy of yours, but I love dick too—and lots of it.”
“Oh, I know that, as do I,” Nedia said gazing as she thought of the night before with Maurice.
“What is this look, Nedia? Your new boo got you open, huh?”
Nedia laughed. “Not exactly,” she said.
“Uh-huh. O’ boy must have torn the pussy up last night.”
Nedia laughed and suggested it was time to leave.
“Details, details,” Bevelyn demanded. “Oh come on, you wanted to know about my love session with Maurice, now I want to know about this guy.”
“Ugh, OK. We had no oral sex whatsoever. His dick moved about my pussy like it was his finger, tongue, and dick rolled up in one. Feeling his dick throbbing inside of me, fighting not to come, drove me crazy. And lying in his arms afterward—that sealed the night,” Nedia said.
“Dayum, chick, sounds like you all in love and shit.”
“Let’s go,” Nedia said.
As they walked out of the diner, Bevelyn noticed a dent on the hood of Nedia’s car.
“Nedia, what happened to your car?” she asked.
Nedia looked at the car and all but busted out laughing.
“I don’t know. I’ll have someone look at it.”
“Did your boo fuck you up there?” Bevelyn jokingly asked.
“Girl, I have to go. I’ll call you later,” Nedia said as she rushed to get into her car.
As Bevelyn was getting into hers, her phone rang.
“Hey, Cup, you can’t keep me starving like this, you know. I have to eat that pussy at least twice a week,” Joe said on the phone.
“Hey Joe, you caught me out too. After the night I had, I could use a good eating.”
“Do you want to meet me now?” he asked.
“Yes, meet me off Broadner at that spot.”
Maurice was awakened by one of his kids trying to fix breakfast. He laughed as he approached the kitchen and saw mushy pancakes on the griddle, pancake mix on the counters, egg yolks on the floor, a dishcloth hanging out of a running dishwasher, and a knife in the blender. He laughed, helped the kids clean up, and decided to hang out with them for the day. He dressed them, packed a lunch, and decided to take them out to breakfast and then to a park to play.
When he arrived at the park, he spotted someone who looked a lot like Shelia, but he was unsure if it were her. He found a table and was unfolding the tablecloth when he heard, “I’m patiently waiting,” from behind him. He turned around, and it was Sheila.
“Hey, Sheila, I thought I recognized you. How are you?” he asked.
“I’m well. Out here with my son on this beautiful Saturday. You here with your kids and wife?”
“No, just my kids this morning,” he answered. He continued to prepare the table, and she voluntarily started to help.
After they were done, they both sat down at the table and watched the children playing as they enjoyed conversation with one another. Maurice, being as sexual as he was, could see the silhouette of her body through her dress. He was trying not to pay too much attention to her but noticed her sundress rose high on her as she sat next to him. He instantly became aroused. She caught a glimpse of him looking at her thighs.
“You like thighs?” she asked.
“Why, yes, I do.”
“Why don’t you let me do what I want? You don’t have to fuck me, or anything. I just enjoy giving head. It’s my thing. I like dick in my mouth as often as possible, like you probably like fucking,” she said while staring down at his dick. He looked at her and smiled.
The wind began to blow hard, and she used the opportunity to show him that she was not wearing any underwear under her dress. She stretched over the table to guard the lifting tablecloth and exposed her newly shaven,very perky and pink pussy. His first instinct was to slide his finger in accidentally. When she sat back down, she looked straight at his dick. “I see you
Nedia sat there with a smile on her face.
“I know that you’re happy, Nedia. Yes, I love and that good pussy of yours, but I love dick too—and lots of it.”
“Oh, I know that, as do I,” Nedia said gazing as she thought of the night before with Maurice.
“What is this look, Nedia? Your new boo got you open, huh?”
Nedia laughed. “Not exactly,” she said.
“Uh-huh. O’ boy must have torn the pussy up last night.”
Nedia laughed and suggested it was time to leave.
“Details, details,” Bevelyn demanded. “Oh come on, you wanted to know about my love session with Maurice, now I want to know about this guy.”
“Ugh, OK. We had no oral sex whatsoever. His dick moved about my pussy like it was his finger, tongue, and dick rolled up in one. Feeling his dick throbbing inside of me, fighting not to come, drove me crazy. And lying in his arms afterward—that sealed the night,” Nedia said.
“Dayum, chick, sounds like you all in love and shit.”
“Let’s go,” Nedia said.
As they walked out of the diner, Bevelyn noticed a dent on the hood of Nedia’s car.
“Nedia, what happened to your car?” she asked.
Nedia looked at the car and all but busted out laughing.
“I don’t know. I’ll have someone look at it.”
“Did your boo fuck you up there?” Bevelyn jokingly asked.
“Girl, I have to go. I’ll call you later,” Nedia said as she rushed to get into her car.
As Bevelyn was getting into hers, her phone rang.
“Hey, Cup, you can’t keep me starving like this, you know. I have to eat that pussy at least twice a week,” Joe said on the phone.
“Hey Joe, you caught me out too. After the night I had, I could use a good eating.”
“Do you want to meet me now?” he asked.
“Yes, meet me off Broadner at that spot.”
Maurice was awakened by one of his kids trying to fix breakfast. He laughed as he approached the kitchen and saw mushy pancakes on the griddle, pancake mix on the counters, egg yolks on the floor, a dishcloth hanging out of a running dishwasher, and a knife in the blender. He laughed, helped the kids clean up, and decided to hang out with them for the day. He dressed them, packed a lunch, and decided to take them out to breakfast and then to a park to play.
When he arrived at the park, he spotted someone who looked a lot like Shelia, but he was unsure if it were her. He found a table and was unfolding the tablecloth when he heard, “I’m patiently waiting,” from behind him. He turned around, and it was Sheila.
“Hey, Sheila, I thought I recognized you. How are you?” he asked.
“I’m well. Out here with my son on this beautiful Saturday. You here with your kids and wife?”
“No, just my kids this morning,” he answered. He continued to prepare the table, and she voluntarily started to help.
After they were done, they both sat down at the table and watched the children playing as they enjoyed conversation with one another. Maurice, being as sexual as he was, could see the silhouette of her body through her dress. He was trying not to pay too much attention to her but noticed her sundress rose high on her as she sat next to him. He instantly became aroused. She caught a glimpse of him looking at her thighs.
“You like thighs?” she asked.
“Why, yes, I do.”
“Why don’t you let me do what I want? You don’t have to fuck me, or anything. I just enjoy giving head. It’s my thing. I like dick in my mouth as often as possible, like you probably like fucking,” she said while staring down at his dick. He looked at her and smiled.
The wind began to blow hard, and she used the opportunity to show him that she was not wearing any underwear under her dress. She stretched over the table to guard the lifting tablecloth and exposed her newly shaven,very perky and pink pussy. His first instinct was to slide his finger in accidentally. When she sat back down, she looked straight at his dick. “I see you
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