wasn't. He found her knocked out in bed with the covers up to her neck. The television was on and the cordless phone was lying in bed next to her. Quan loved his house, especially his bedroom.
It was a far cry from the cramped one he and Mo used to share. The walls were a nice, soft shade of gold. It complimented the $30,000 brown leather custom-made bed perfectly. Creme, beige and gold pillows of all different sizes and shapes filled the bed while Egyptian cotton sheets kept them warm at night.
A huge built-in fireplace with a mantel on top filled with pictures of Quan and Mo was on the left wall. The rest of the room was decorated with two photos by Jean-Baptiste Mondino, a flat screen television, armoire, big brown leather chair, ottoman and suede couch. Wanting to be near his boo, he placed his keys down on the night stand, picked up the phone, turned off the television and hopped into bed with her, fully clothed.
Quan wanted some pussy. His dick had been hard all day.
He pulled down the covers revealing Mo's solemn sleeping face. The first thing that came to his mind was sleeping beauty. Mo looked just like a china doll. She had the cutest pout on her face when she slept. Sometimes he would just sit and watch her sleep. He knew it was some sucker shit and that his boys would clown him till the day he died if they knew, but Mo was his woman. He loved her to death. Wanting to show his boo how much he loved her, Quan gently took her face into his hands, kissed her lips and whispered, "Wake up, baby." It didn't take much to wake her up. Mo was a light sleep-er.
"Hey, bay," she whispered back with her eyes still closed as he stroked her cheek.
"I missed you, boo." Quan kissed her lips again, this time adding a little tongue.
"I missed you, too." She kissed him back. "What time is it?"
"A little after three. I thought you was gon' wait up for me?"
"I tried. I must've dozed off."
"Look at me."
Mo did exactly what she was told and looked deep within her man's eyes.
"Give me a kiss."
She gave him a light peck on the lips.
"Nah, that ain't gon' work. I know you can do better than that. Kiss me like you mean it," he demanded.
Never taking her eyes off his, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Instantly their tongues intertwined, dancing around one another. Five minutes passed before they came up for air. Opening her eyes, she ran her tongue across his lips and asked, "How was that?"
"Better. Now get on top."
Quan didn't have to say anything else. Mo knew what time it was. It was the middle of the night and they were both as horny as hell. As soon as Mo laid eyes on him and caught a whiff of his cologne, her pussy started to tingle. Pushing the covers off, she showcased her completely naked body. Quan's dick was really hard now. He couldn't wait to dive up in it.
Straddling him, she took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. She didn't even have to pull his dick out through the slit of his boxers. He was so hard, the damn thing just sprung out his pants.
"Goddamn, baby, you really did miss me."
"What, you thought I was bullshittin?" Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed her titties and hungrily placed them into his mouth. Quan devoured her nipples like they were ice cream cones. He licked and sucked them until they were nice and hard.
"Gimme some head." He licked his bottom lip and gazed intensely into her eyes.
"Quan, you know I don't like doing that. It taste funny."
"Come on, ma, please. Just this once."
"Okay," she huffed, easing her way down.
With her face scrunched up, Mo hesitantly placed Quan's penis up to her lips. She hated sucking his dick. Poking out her tongue, she slowly licked around the head then placed half in her mouth. With her eyes tightly closed shut, Mo bobbed her head up and down. Every time his dick hit the back of her throat she would gag. Plus, his dick tasted salty. Quan could feel her lack of enjoyment and said, "Man, nevermind. That's alright, get
It was a far cry from the cramped one he and Mo used to share. The walls were a nice, soft shade of gold. It complimented the $30,000 brown leather custom-made bed perfectly. Creme, beige and gold pillows of all different sizes and shapes filled the bed while Egyptian cotton sheets kept them warm at night.
A huge built-in fireplace with a mantel on top filled with pictures of Quan and Mo was on the left wall. The rest of the room was decorated with two photos by Jean-Baptiste Mondino, a flat screen television, armoire, big brown leather chair, ottoman and suede couch. Wanting to be near his boo, he placed his keys down on the night stand, picked up the phone, turned off the television and hopped into bed with her, fully clothed.
Quan wanted some pussy. His dick had been hard all day.
He pulled down the covers revealing Mo's solemn sleeping face. The first thing that came to his mind was sleeping beauty. Mo looked just like a china doll. She had the cutest pout on her face when she slept. Sometimes he would just sit and watch her sleep. He knew it was some sucker shit and that his boys would clown him till the day he died if they knew, but Mo was his woman. He loved her to death. Wanting to show his boo how much he loved her, Quan gently took her face into his hands, kissed her lips and whispered, "Wake up, baby." It didn't take much to wake her up. Mo was a light sleep-er.
"Hey, bay," she whispered back with her eyes still closed as he stroked her cheek.
"I missed you, boo." Quan kissed her lips again, this time adding a little tongue.
"I missed you, too." She kissed him back. "What time is it?"
"A little after three. I thought you was gon' wait up for me?"
"I tried. I must've dozed off."
"Look at me."
Mo did exactly what she was told and looked deep within her man's eyes.
"Give me a kiss."
She gave him a light peck on the lips.
"Nah, that ain't gon' work. I know you can do better than that. Kiss me like you mean it," he demanded.
Never taking her eyes off his, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Instantly their tongues intertwined, dancing around one another. Five minutes passed before they came up for air. Opening her eyes, she ran her tongue across his lips and asked, "How was that?"
"Better. Now get on top."
Quan didn't have to say anything else. Mo knew what time it was. It was the middle of the night and they were both as horny as hell. As soon as Mo laid eyes on him and caught a whiff of his cologne, her pussy started to tingle. Pushing the covers off, she showcased her completely naked body. Quan's dick was really hard now. He couldn't wait to dive up in it.
Straddling him, she took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. She didn't even have to pull his dick out through the slit of his boxers. He was so hard, the damn thing just sprung out his pants.
"Goddamn, baby, you really did miss me."
"What, you thought I was bullshittin?" Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed her titties and hungrily placed them into his mouth. Quan devoured her nipples like they were ice cream cones. He licked and sucked them until they were nice and hard.
"Gimme some head." He licked his bottom lip and gazed intensely into her eyes.
"Quan, you know I don't like doing that. It taste funny."
"Come on, ma, please. Just this once."
"Okay," she huffed, easing her way down.
With her face scrunched up, Mo hesitantly placed Quan's penis up to her lips. She hated sucking his dick. Poking out her tongue, she slowly licked around the head then placed half in her mouth. With her eyes tightly closed shut, Mo bobbed her head up and down. Every time his dick hit the back of her throat she would gag. Plus, his dick tasted salty. Quan could feel her lack of enjoyment and said, "Man, nevermind. That's alright, get
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