her number.
“Hello, baby,” she answered seductively.
“Wassup, you ready for me? I see from your text that you got a room at the Ritz Carlton. Your ghetto-ass needs to stop actin’ like you’re used to shit.”
“Shut up. We’re in the room. The key is at the front desk.”
“We? What the fuck do you mean, we? I ain’t in the mood for games. Who’s wit’ you?”
“Baby, calm down! You said you wanted a treat, and trust me, you’re gonna love it. Now, hurry your sexy-ass up, cause I’m ready to take care of you. You been away too long and I’m wet just thinking about what’s about to go down tonight.”
I calmed down instantly. “A’ight cool. I’ll be there in like a half.” After hangin’ up, I pressed my foot on the accelerator even harder. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so paranoid, but in my line of work you had to be.
Thirty minutes later, I walked up to the front desk, got the key then limped toward the elevator. Damn, I hope my leg doesn’t act up too bad tonight, I thought when I pressed the number twenty-two for the top floor. My chick had obviously gotten the Presidential Suite. That bitch loves to spend money.
When I entered the room, the lights were dim and there were candles and rose petals spread throughout. I could smell sweet perfume in the air, and could also hear the sound of Maxwell’s voice oozing out of some speakers. Once I made my way to the bedroom, Trixie rushed toward me wearin’ a sexy red lace teddy. She knew how red made me weak.
“You missed me, baby?” she said in a seductive voice.
I was glad to see her. “Did you miss me?” I asked wit’ a huge smile. She loved my dimples so I had to show them off. I knew it was wrong to fuck Lisa’s hairstylist and friend, but what could I say. I was weak for a phat ass.
“Yes,” she said getting on her knees.
Damn why can’t Lisa do shit like this? I thought. “Well, show me.”
Trixie didn’t waste time unzippin’ my pants and placin’ my entire dick in her mouth, and I didn’t have a miniature dick either…nine inches to be exact. She made love to me wit’ her mouth as if she was suckin’ on a popsicle. It felt like I could feel her tonsils on the tip of my dick. Not wantin’ to leave the warm pocket in her mouth, I tried my best to think of stupid shit to keep from cummin’, but it was hard. I was ready to handle my business, but as aggressive as Trixie was, she wanted to take control. Standin’ back up, she grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. Pushin’ me back, she climbed on my lap and began to take my shirt off. Lookin’ at myself in the floor length cherry wood mirror, I loved every minute of bein’ seduced by this fine woman.
“Trixie, show me how much you missed this. Get on top,” I instructed.
“I’m ready to fuck your brains out Rich, I missed you,” she responded while taking off my pants.
Just like the good side chick she was, it wasn’t long before Trixie climbed on top of my dick; ridin’ me like a stallion. She put so much effort in her love makin’. It was like an art to her. Her pussy was so good, and the way she threw it on me, always made me want to scream out her name, but I wasn’t about to go that punk-ass route.
I began to suck on her grapefruit sized breasts, when Trixie said she had a surprise for me a few moments later. I loved it when she took control in the bedroom, especially when this girl who was phat as shit walked from out of the bathroom and started kissin’ me on my neck. She was beautiful wit’ stack house measurements just the way I liked my shit. Before I could even part my lips, Trixie started kissin’ the girl like they were long lost lovers. I just watched them have their way wit’ each other. Trixie swore up and down she wasn’t gay, but she enjoyed women way too much not to be. This wasn’t the first time we’d had a threesome.
After climbin’ off my manhood, Trixie began suckin’ on the woman’s pussy as if her life depended on
“Hello, baby,” she answered seductively.
“Wassup, you ready for me? I see from your text that you got a room at the Ritz Carlton. Your ghetto-ass needs to stop actin’ like you’re used to shit.”
“Shut up. We’re in the room. The key is at the front desk.”
“We? What the fuck do you mean, we? I ain’t in the mood for games. Who’s wit’ you?”
“Baby, calm down! You said you wanted a treat, and trust me, you’re gonna love it. Now, hurry your sexy-ass up, cause I’m ready to take care of you. You been away too long and I’m wet just thinking about what’s about to go down tonight.”
I calmed down instantly. “A’ight cool. I’ll be there in like a half.” After hangin’ up, I pressed my foot on the accelerator even harder. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so paranoid, but in my line of work you had to be.
Thirty minutes later, I walked up to the front desk, got the key then limped toward the elevator. Damn, I hope my leg doesn’t act up too bad tonight, I thought when I pressed the number twenty-two for the top floor. My chick had obviously gotten the Presidential Suite. That bitch loves to spend money.
When I entered the room, the lights were dim and there were candles and rose petals spread throughout. I could smell sweet perfume in the air, and could also hear the sound of Maxwell’s voice oozing out of some speakers. Once I made my way to the bedroom, Trixie rushed toward me wearin’ a sexy red lace teddy. She knew how red made me weak.
“You missed me, baby?” she said in a seductive voice.
I was glad to see her. “Did you miss me?” I asked wit’ a huge smile. She loved my dimples so I had to show them off. I knew it was wrong to fuck Lisa’s hairstylist and friend, but what could I say. I was weak for a phat ass.
“Yes,” she said getting on her knees.
Damn why can’t Lisa do shit like this? I thought. “Well, show me.”
Trixie didn’t waste time unzippin’ my pants and placin’ my entire dick in her mouth, and I didn’t have a miniature dick either…nine inches to be exact. She made love to me wit’ her mouth as if she was suckin’ on a popsicle. It felt like I could feel her tonsils on the tip of my dick. Not wantin’ to leave the warm pocket in her mouth, I tried my best to think of stupid shit to keep from cummin’, but it was hard. I was ready to handle my business, but as aggressive as Trixie was, she wanted to take control. Standin’ back up, she grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. Pushin’ me back, she climbed on my lap and began to take my shirt off. Lookin’ at myself in the floor length cherry wood mirror, I loved every minute of bein’ seduced by this fine woman.
“Trixie, show me how much you missed this. Get on top,” I instructed.
“I’m ready to fuck your brains out Rich, I missed you,” she responded while taking off my pants.
Just like the good side chick she was, it wasn’t long before Trixie climbed on top of my dick; ridin’ me like a stallion. She put so much effort in her love makin’. It was like an art to her. Her pussy was so good, and the way she threw it on me, always made me want to scream out her name, but I wasn’t about to go that punk-ass route.
I began to suck on her grapefruit sized breasts, when Trixie said she had a surprise for me a few moments later. I loved it when she took control in the bedroom, especially when this girl who was phat as shit walked from out of the bathroom and started kissin’ me on my neck. She was beautiful wit’ stack house measurements just the way I liked my shit. Before I could even part my lips, Trixie started kissin’ the girl like they were long lost lovers. I just watched them have their way wit’ each other. Trixie swore up and down she wasn’t gay, but she enjoyed women way too much not to be. This wasn’t the first time we’d had a threesome.
After climbin’ off my manhood, Trixie began suckin’ on the woman’s pussy as if her life depended on
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