Sexy Little Liar by Noire

tip sent Barron over the edge, and he slammed her head with his palm, then cried out as a powerful jet of cum spurted up from his balls and splashed straight down Pilar’s throat.
    â€œAyghgagyhhh!” he cried out as his orgasm sent the nerves in his dick and his toes into overdrive. He held Pilar’s head tightly in place as endless streams of hot liquid pulsed out of his jerking dick and filled her still-sucking mouth.
    Pilar’s lips trembled as she struggled to keep them gripped around his slowly shrinking dick. As Barron ran his fingers through her hair and massaged the back of her neck, she swallowed the warm semen in her mouth and gently squeezed his balls.
    â€œThat was good, baby,” he said when she finally sat up. Gazing into her sexy gray eyes, Barron reached out and caressed the side of her face. “That was real, real good.”
    Pilar flashed him a smile and reached for her purse. “If you play your cards right, it can get even better than that,” she told him smoothly as she rubbed lip gloss on her perfectly shaped lips. “Stick with me, Bump, because it can get way better than that.”
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    I was crashed the hell out in my panties and bra, sprawled flat on my stomach and snoring my ass off, when outta the darkness something heavy landed square on my back and pinned me down on the bed. Ouch! Pain exploded behind my eyes as my ponytail got yanked and my head snapped back on my neck. Something cold and hard dug into my neck, right under my jawbone.
    â€œWhaaa?” I opened my eyes and stammered in the pitch blackness of my room. I had spent the whole night getting my drank on down at Club Wood, and for the last two hours I had been lost in dreamland and slobbering puddles of leftover Erk and Jerk on my extra-plush pillow.
    â€œUh-huh, bitch ,” a cold, deranged voice muttered in my ear as rough fingers slid around to my throat and squeezed. “I got yo slick ass now! Who the fuck you thought you was runnin’ game on, Mink? What? You thought I was one of them ol’ ladee-da niggas you be frontin’ off in the streets, right?”
    He was straddling my hips. Rough-riding my ass. Trapped under his weight, I broke out in a cold sweat as my windpipe was crushed and the name Punchie Collins exploded in my brain.
    My skin got clammy. It was burning the hell up in that room. New York City was smack in the middle of a scorching-hot heat wave, and since me and Bunni was late on the electric bill I had left the window open so I could catch a little piece of the late-night breeze. But instead of a cool breeze slipping in my window, that crazy-ass Punchie Collins had pulled a straight-up cat burglar move on me. That psycho fool had crept up the fire escape and caught me sleeping, and I gagged like hell as he sat on my booty and choked the shit outta me.
    â€œDon’t no fuckin’ body play Punchie and get away with that shit!” he growled in my ear and dug his fingers all up in the meat of my throat. “I want my paper , bitch!” He smushed my head in with the butt of his SIG. “And I want that shit rat’ fuckin’ now !”
    â€œWa-wa-wait!” I hollered, tryna stall him. I was caught out there all by myself. Peaches and Bunni had dipped to DC to visit their aunt, and I gasped and clawed at Punchie’s rock-hard hand as I tried to buy myself some room to breathe.
    â€œHold up, P-P-Punchie, wait ! Your boy Moolah already got me for my product, boo. I paid twenty-five large for a package and that fool stuck me up! Yo Moolah got me!”
    That nigga igged me and swung his gat from way down in Alabama. He cracked me in the dome hard enough to make a thirty-man drum line boom in my head. A trickle of blood splashed from my temple and rolled down into my eyes. He mushed my face deeper into the pillow and laughed again.
    â€œ You must think I’m some kinda fuckin’ sherm, huh, Mink?” He started bouncing up and