to the door.
Monica was dressed similarly to what she had on for James, but this time she had on the red French-cut boy shorts that Jasmine liked to see her in. Tying the belt tighter around her waist, she rung the bell and waited patiently for Jasmine to answer. When Jasmine came to the door, all she had on was a bathrobe, and half her hair was pinned up because she was curling it. Half dressed, she still looked like a goddess to Monica, and she wanted so badly to just have her to herself.
“What are you doing here?” Jasmine asked, looking both ways to see if anyone was outside. She didn’t want to have to explain to James later why Monica was there.
“I came to see you, silly,” Monica replied playfully. “It’s been a while since we—you know, and I decided to catch you before you left. Maybe give you something to smile about while you’re at work.”
“Okay, Monica, that’s cool and all, but what if James were here? How would I explain that?” Jasmine said, a little frustrated although she was getting wet just thinking about what Monica would do to her.
“I figured he would be gone around this time; that’s why I waited. I’m sorry if I caused a problem,” Monica began looking like she was about to cry. “I just miss you, and I needed to see you, so I came over.”
“Look, don’t cry,” Jasmine said after the first tear fell. “Come on in, but we have to be quick because I have to get to work soon.”
“No problem, just lay back and let me make you feel good.”
Jasmine, still a little irritated, went upstairs with Monica following close behind. Going to the bathroom to unplug her curling iron, she brushed her hair back into a bun and tied a scarf around it because she knew by the time she and Monica got done she wouldn’t have time to curl her hair over.
While Jasmine was in the bathroom, Monica checked behind the bed to make sure the panties were still there. She also felt in her jacket pocket for the clay she brought with her. She knew a guy that made keys, and he told her all she needed was a good print of the key she wanted duplicated and he could make her one. She hoped Jasmine’s house keys would be lying around somewhere so she could get a print, and was looking around from her spot on the bed.
Jasmine entered the room naked and took a spot on the bed next to Monica. Scooting over in the middle of the bed and spreading her legs, she waited for Monica to do whatever she was going to do. She hoped James wouldn’t turn around and come back to the house for anything as Monica began at her toes and worked her way up.
Monica had already taken off her panties and had them on the side of the bed. Pleasing herself in the process, she spread open Jasmine’s lips with her free hand and immediately took hold of her clit, making Jasmine explode instantly. Holding her legs up, Jasmine held on to the back of Monica’s head while she devoured her. Moaning like crazy and exploding all over the place, Jasmine took her nipples into her mouth one at a time, adding to the excitement that was already playing all over her body.
Monica made sure to put her tongue inside of Jasmine, lapping up all of her honey until there was nothing left. Jasmine started squirming under her, indicating that another orgasm was fast-approaching. Taking her hand from her own clit, Monica licked off her juices before inserting her fingers inside of Jasmine’s tightness. Jasmine’s body was barely on the bed as she rained all over Monica’s hand and tongue.
Reaching over into her coat pocket, Monica pulled out the strap-on she’d brought with her and stepped into it. Getting as close to Jasmine as possible on her knees, she threw Jasmine’s legs over her shoulders, plunging into her deeply and hoping that she was doing a better job than James. Jasmine held her lips open, begging Monica not to stop. Monica threw her legs over to the side, taking her that way, with Jasmine holding on to the headboard.
“Whose pussy
Monica was dressed similarly to what she had on for James, but this time she had on the red French-cut boy shorts that Jasmine liked to see her in. Tying the belt tighter around her waist, she rung the bell and waited patiently for Jasmine to answer. When Jasmine came to the door, all she had on was a bathrobe, and half her hair was pinned up because she was curling it. Half dressed, she still looked like a goddess to Monica, and she wanted so badly to just have her to herself.
“What are you doing here?” Jasmine asked, looking both ways to see if anyone was outside. She didn’t want to have to explain to James later why Monica was there.
“I came to see you, silly,” Monica replied playfully. “It’s been a while since we—you know, and I decided to catch you before you left. Maybe give you something to smile about while you’re at work.”
“Okay, Monica, that’s cool and all, but what if James were here? How would I explain that?” Jasmine said, a little frustrated although she was getting wet just thinking about what Monica would do to her.
“I figured he would be gone around this time; that’s why I waited. I’m sorry if I caused a problem,” Monica began looking like she was about to cry. “I just miss you, and I needed to see you, so I came over.”
“Look, don’t cry,” Jasmine said after the first tear fell. “Come on in, but we have to be quick because I have to get to work soon.”
“No problem, just lay back and let me make you feel good.”
Jasmine, still a little irritated, went upstairs with Monica following close behind. Going to the bathroom to unplug her curling iron, she brushed her hair back into a bun and tied a scarf around it because she knew by the time she and Monica got done she wouldn’t have time to curl her hair over.
While Jasmine was in the bathroom, Monica checked behind the bed to make sure the panties were still there. She also felt in her jacket pocket for the clay she brought with her. She knew a guy that made keys, and he told her all she needed was a good print of the key she wanted duplicated and he could make her one. She hoped Jasmine’s house keys would be lying around somewhere so she could get a print, and was looking around from her spot on the bed.
Jasmine entered the room naked and took a spot on the bed next to Monica. Scooting over in the middle of the bed and spreading her legs, she waited for Monica to do whatever she was going to do. She hoped James wouldn’t turn around and come back to the house for anything as Monica began at her toes and worked her way up.
Monica had already taken off her panties and had them on the side of the bed. Pleasing herself in the process, she spread open Jasmine’s lips with her free hand and immediately took hold of her clit, making Jasmine explode instantly. Holding her legs up, Jasmine held on to the back of Monica’s head while she devoured her. Moaning like crazy and exploding all over the place, Jasmine took her nipples into her mouth one at a time, adding to the excitement that was already playing all over her body.
Monica made sure to put her tongue inside of Jasmine, lapping up all of her honey until there was nothing left. Jasmine started squirming under her, indicating that another orgasm was fast-approaching. Taking her hand from her own clit, Monica licked off her juices before inserting her fingers inside of Jasmine’s tightness. Jasmine’s body was barely on the bed as she rained all over Monica’s hand and tongue.
Reaching over into her coat pocket, Monica pulled out the strap-on she’d brought with her and stepped into it. Getting as close to Jasmine as possible on her knees, she threw Jasmine’s legs over her shoulders, plunging into her deeply and hoping that she was doing a better job than James. Jasmine held her lips open, begging Monica not to stop. Monica threw her legs over to the side, taking her that way, with Jasmine holding on to the headboard.
“Whose pussy
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