you work me, girl.”
“The next time I get with Dane, I’m gonna let him fuck me up my ass. He’s so pretty, I think he deserves a piece of ass. Whatchu think, Brick?”
Brick trembled. He was hunched over, sweating, and breathing hard, while palming his dick. “Yeah, he deserves it, Misty. Aw, shit. My jawn’s on fire.” His hand strokes were swift and audible. “Don’t ever leave, baby. You gotta stay with me. I need you to take care of me. You the only woman who knows how to treat me.”
Misty checked out Brick’s erection and noted that his penis had grown monstrously large. “That’s enough, Brick.” She slapped his moving hand. “Stop!”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to cum. Not yet.”
Helplessly aroused, Brick reluctantly released his mammoth appendage.
“Don’t touch your dick.” Misty reached for the camera. “My nigga, Dane has big, juicy lips, just like Shane. I love that mufucka and you’re gonna respect our relationship the same way you respected me and Shane.”
Brick nodded dumbly. “Yo, Misty, is you for real? This shit we talking is just a fantasy, right?”
Misty rolled her eyes. “Come on, Brick,” she barked. “Just play along. If you start asking questions, your dick is gonna get soft.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll give dude the utmost respect.” The hand he’d used to pleasure his dick inched toward his pulsing member. He wanted to give his firm flesh a tight squeeze, but Misty wouldn’t allow him to touch himself.
“I didn’t use a condom with Dane,” she whispered maliciously. “We’re in love, so I let him hit it raw. He filled my coochie up with his cum.”
Brick moaned, aroused to the point of agony. “You fucking with my head, Misty. I’m ready to bust.” Overly aroused, Brick’s breathing was harsh and labored. His dick quivered, pre-cum dribbled out of the small opening in the center of the head.
Misty aimed the camera. “Don’t cum. Mufucka. Let me get a picture of that shit.”
“Hurry up, Misty. I can’t hold it.”
Click! She took a picture of his dick, bubbling out pre-cum. And a second later, she captured several images of his dick spurting out his seed.
She patted Brick on the top of his head. “I have an idea, Brick. Let’s test your ability to re-up your semen stash.”
Still in the throes of post-orgasmic shudders, Brick sat on the sofa, bent over and groaning as he nodded in agreement.
CHAPTER 13
M isty peeled off her jeans and stood in front of Brick. She rubbed the crotch of her gold, lace-trimmed panties. “I got something for you. Come over here and smell it.”
Playing his role in the fantasy that he enjoyed, Brick pressed his face between her legs and took a deep whiff. Shocked by the strong and unmistakable scent of male ejaculation, Brick yanked his head up in bewilderment. Misty smiled and pulled her panties to the side. “That nigga has some strong cum, right?”
Confusion creased Brick’s face as he assumed a kneeled position. Misty beamed proudly as she presented Brick with her cum-soaked pussy. “Get it, boo. Go ahead and taste it.” Following her order, he slipped his tongue between her coochie lips.
“Is it good?” she whispered and caressed the side of his face.
She smelled musky; her taste was a mixture of sweet and sour—the way she’d tasted after making love with Shane.
“Is it good, nigga?”
He nodded and excitedly performed cunnilingus, uncertain if he was role-playing or really ingesting semen. Playing the game was a huge turn-on. It gave him permission to lose control and moan with wild abandon while fervently sucking another man’s seed out of Misty’s coochie.
She cried out with unabashed abandon, panting, gasping for breath. Undulating, as ripples of white lava overflowed, she smeared female ejaculation on Brick’s face. When she finally caught her breath, she appreciatively noted the thick sheen that covered Brick’s cheeks, lips, and the tip of his nose.
“Damn, boo.
“The next time I get with Dane, I’m gonna let him fuck me up my ass. He’s so pretty, I think he deserves a piece of ass. Whatchu think, Brick?”
Brick trembled. He was hunched over, sweating, and breathing hard, while palming his dick. “Yeah, he deserves it, Misty. Aw, shit. My jawn’s on fire.” His hand strokes were swift and audible. “Don’t ever leave, baby. You gotta stay with me. I need you to take care of me. You the only woman who knows how to treat me.”
Misty checked out Brick’s erection and noted that his penis had grown monstrously large. “That’s enough, Brick.” She slapped his moving hand. “Stop!”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to cum. Not yet.”
Helplessly aroused, Brick reluctantly released his mammoth appendage.
“Don’t touch your dick.” Misty reached for the camera. “My nigga, Dane has big, juicy lips, just like Shane. I love that mufucka and you’re gonna respect our relationship the same way you respected me and Shane.”
Brick nodded dumbly. “Yo, Misty, is you for real? This shit we talking is just a fantasy, right?”
Misty rolled her eyes. “Come on, Brick,” she barked. “Just play along. If you start asking questions, your dick is gonna get soft.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll give dude the utmost respect.” The hand he’d used to pleasure his dick inched toward his pulsing member. He wanted to give his firm flesh a tight squeeze, but Misty wouldn’t allow him to touch himself.
“I didn’t use a condom with Dane,” she whispered maliciously. “We’re in love, so I let him hit it raw. He filled my coochie up with his cum.”
Brick moaned, aroused to the point of agony. “You fucking with my head, Misty. I’m ready to bust.” Overly aroused, Brick’s breathing was harsh and labored. His dick quivered, pre-cum dribbled out of the small opening in the center of the head.
Misty aimed the camera. “Don’t cum. Mufucka. Let me get a picture of that shit.”
“Hurry up, Misty. I can’t hold it.”
Click! She took a picture of his dick, bubbling out pre-cum. And a second later, she captured several images of his dick spurting out his seed.
She patted Brick on the top of his head. “I have an idea, Brick. Let’s test your ability to re-up your semen stash.”
Still in the throes of post-orgasmic shudders, Brick sat on the sofa, bent over and groaning as he nodded in agreement.
CHAPTER 13
M isty peeled off her jeans and stood in front of Brick. She rubbed the crotch of her gold, lace-trimmed panties. “I got something for you. Come over here and smell it.”
Playing his role in the fantasy that he enjoyed, Brick pressed his face between her legs and took a deep whiff. Shocked by the strong and unmistakable scent of male ejaculation, Brick yanked his head up in bewilderment. Misty smiled and pulled her panties to the side. “That nigga has some strong cum, right?”
Confusion creased Brick’s face as he assumed a kneeled position. Misty beamed proudly as she presented Brick with her cum-soaked pussy. “Get it, boo. Go ahead and taste it.” Following her order, he slipped his tongue between her coochie lips.
“Is it good?” she whispered and caressed the side of his face.
She smelled musky; her taste was a mixture of sweet and sour—the way she’d tasted after making love with Shane.
“Is it good, nigga?”
He nodded and excitedly performed cunnilingus, uncertain if he was role-playing or really ingesting semen. Playing the game was a huge turn-on. It gave him permission to lose control and moan with wild abandon while fervently sucking another man’s seed out of Misty’s coochie.
She cried out with unabashed abandon, panting, gasping for breath. Undulating, as ripples of white lava overflowed, she smeared female ejaculation on Brick’s face. When she finally caught her breath, she appreciatively noted the thick sheen that covered Brick’s cheeks, lips, and the tip of his nose.
“Damn, boo.
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