up."
Mo thanked God and straddled his lap. With his dick in her hand, Mo sat all the way up then slowly eased down on to it.
The feeling of pleasure and pain ached throughout her pelvis as she rode him. Winding her hips, she hit him off with nice, slow strokes. Then she gained speed and hit him with nothing but hard, fast strokes. The only thing Quan could do is grab each of her butt cheeks and hold on for the ride. Mo looked so good gliding up and down his dick. Her perky cocoa-colored titties were bouncing everywhere and with every stroke she became wetter and wetter.
"Damn, ma, why you so wet?" he teased as he played with her clit.
"Shut up," she panted, barely able to breathe.
"Turn around."
Mo swiftly spun around on his dick without it slipping out.
Quan loved the visual of her round ass plopping down onto his pelvis, plus the tattoo of a trail flowers that reached from her left shoulder all the way to her left butt cheek didn't hurt either. Rearing all the way back, Mo placed two fingers on her clit and began to massage it slowly. She wanted to cum all over Quan's dick. Five minutes later, she did. Now that she had gotten her first nut off, Quan had to show her lil' ass who was in charge, so he flipped her over onto her back, placed her leg on his shoulder and began beating it up. Mo's pussy was really wet now.
"Ooh baby, don't make me cum again yet," she squealed, trying to push him back. Ignoring her request, Quan started grinding really hard.
"How does it feel?"
"It feel good!" she moaned.
"Let me make you cum. You gon' let daddy make you cum?" he asked, putting her other leg on his shoulder.
"Yes!" she yelled as her thighs began to shake.
Determined to send her to orgasmic bliss, Quan pounded into her pussy with no remorse. He wanted her to cum all over his dick.
"You gon' cum for me?"
"Yes baby, I'ma cum!"
"Tell me how much you love me!" he groaned, thrusting his dick in and out of her. Juices were flowing out of Mo like running water.
"I love you! I love you!"
"You cummin'?" Quan asked, ready to bust a nut.
"No, not yet!"
"Tell me you love me."
"Oooooh, I love you so much!" she screamed.
"You love daddy dick?"
"Oooooh ... I love yo' big dick!" she lied. Mo loved his dick, but the size wasn't big at all.
"That's what a nigga wanna hear," Quan groaned, letting off a load inside her as he collapsed onto her chest.
After getting himself together he asked, "Did you cum?"
"No, but you still felt good," Mo reasoned, trying to boost his ego.
"Oh." Quan was disappointed. He hated that he couldn't make Mo cum without stimulating her clit.
"Why you have to come in here fuckin' wit me? I was in a good sleep before you came in," she teased, mushing him in the head.
"Don't front. You know you wanted this dick."
"Boy, please. Whateva," Mo giggled.
"Who was you on the phone talkin' to tonight?" he questioned, switching the subject.
"Nobody."
"Yeah right. You ain't got to lie."
"I'm for real, all bullshit aside. I wasn't talkin' to nobody.
Why you ask me that?" she questioned with a quizzical look on her face.
"'Cause when I came in, the phone was in the bed."
"Oh, I had to turn the ringer off."
"Why?"
"I told you somebody keep callin' here playin' on the phone."
"Block the number out."
"I can't, the number keep coming up unavailable."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh," Mo shot sarcastically.
"What you mean by that?"
"It's probably one of yo' bitches."
"I ain't got no other bitch but you."
"Nigga, I ain't no bitch!" she snapped, hitting him in the face.
"I'm just playin'," Quan laughed, covering up his face.
"You better be, punk."
"Nah, for real, you know you the only bitch I love."
"Call me another bitch!" She hit him in the face again.
"I'm just playin', I'm just playin'." He continued to laugh.
"Yo, I still can't believe we're finally getting married." Mo admired her ring.
"Yeah, I figured I better wife you before some other nigga did."
"Shit, it's about time. We've been together since I was
Mo thanked God and straddled his lap. With his dick in her hand, Mo sat all the way up then slowly eased down on to it.
The feeling of pleasure and pain ached throughout her pelvis as she rode him. Winding her hips, she hit him off with nice, slow strokes. Then she gained speed and hit him with nothing but hard, fast strokes. The only thing Quan could do is grab each of her butt cheeks and hold on for the ride. Mo looked so good gliding up and down his dick. Her perky cocoa-colored titties were bouncing everywhere and with every stroke she became wetter and wetter.
"Damn, ma, why you so wet?" he teased as he played with her clit.
"Shut up," she panted, barely able to breathe.
"Turn around."
Mo swiftly spun around on his dick without it slipping out.
Quan loved the visual of her round ass plopping down onto his pelvis, plus the tattoo of a trail flowers that reached from her left shoulder all the way to her left butt cheek didn't hurt either. Rearing all the way back, Mo placed two fingers on her clit and began to massage it slowly. She wanted to cum all over Quan's dick. Five minutes later, she did. Now that she had gotten her first nut off, Quan had to show her lil' ass who was in charge, so he flipped her over onto her back, placed her leg on his shoulder and began beating it up. Mo's pussy was really wet now.
"Ooh baby, don't make me cum again yet," she squealed, trying to push him back. Ignoring her request, Quan started grinding really hard.
"How does it feel?"
"It feel good!" she moaned.
"Let me make you cum. You gon' let daddy make you cum?" he asked, putting her other leg on his shoulder.
"Yes!" she yelled as her thighs began to shake.
Determined to send her to orgasmic bliss, Quan pounded into her pussy with no remorse. He wanted her to cum all over his dick.
"You gon' cum for me?"
"Yes baby, I'ma cum!"
"Tell me how much you love me!" he groaned, thrusting his dick in and out of her. Juices were flowing out of Mo like running water.
"I love you! I love you!"
"You cummin'?" Quan asked, ready to bust a nut.
"No, not yet!"
"Tell me you love me."
"Oooooh, I love you so much!" she screamed.
"You love daddy dick?"
"Oooooh ... I love yo' big dick!" she lied. Mo loved his dick, but the size wasn't big at all.
"That's what a nigga wanna hear," Quan groaned, letting off a load inside her as he collapsed onto her chest.
After getting himself together he asked, "Did you cum?"
"No, but you still felt good," Mo reasoned, trying to boost his ego.
"Oh." Quan was disappointed. He hated that he couldn't make Mo cum without stimulating her clit.
"Why you have to come in here fuckin' wit me? I was in a good sleep before you came in," she teased, mushing him in the head.
"Don't front. You know you wanted this dick."
"Boy, please. Whateva," Mo giggled.
"Who was you on the phone talkin' to tonight?" he questioned, switching the subject.
"Nobody."
"Yeah right. You ain't got to lie."
"I'm for real, all bullshit aside. I wasn't talkin' to nobody.
Why you ask me that?" she questioned with a quizzical look on her face.
"'Cause when I came in, the phone was in the bed."
"Oh, I had to turn the ringer off."
"Why?"
"I told you somebody keep callin' here playin' on the phone."
"Block the number out."
"I can't, the number keep coming up unavailable."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh," Mo shot sarcastically.
"What you mean by that?"
"It's probably one of yo' bitches."
"I ain't got no other bitch but you."
"Nigga, I ain't no bitch!" she snapped, hitting him in the face.
"I'm just playin'," Quan laughed, covering up his face.
"You better be, punk."
"Nah, for real, you know you the only bitch I love."
"Call me another bitch!" She hit him in the face again.
"I'm just playin', I'm just playin'." He continued to laugh.
"Yo, I still can't believe we're finally getting married." Mo admired her ring.
"Yeah, I figured I better wife you before some other nigga did."
"Shit, it's about time. We've been together since I was
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