to lay it down.”
She gave him a peck on the lips and headed to the bathroom. Kendra ran water in the tub and added bubbles. After filling the tub, Kendra slipped and let the warm water envelope her body. She replayed her life and thought of how she had let herself get back into the same situation. She grabbed a pen and a notebook from the side of the tub and wrote to her dad. It had been a long time since she’d had any communication with her father. Nia went twice a month to visit him, but Kendra hadn’t built up enough courage to go since she’d gotten older. Kendra really blamed her father for being incarcerated. Even though it wasn’t his fault, she still blamed him for not being able to be in her life every day. She needed him right at that very moment in her life. Kendra needed guidance. She thought a letter would be a perfect way to reconnect with him.
*****
After Kendra had poured her heart out in the letter, she sat the pen and paper down and decided to relax and let her mind captivate her thoughts. Kendra washed her body. Imagining her hands were Wiz’s hands, she caressed her nipples. While biting on her bottom lip, she guided her hands down in between her thighs. Kendra massaged her clitoris, letting the heat rise in her body. She started with a slow, circular motion, causing friction between her legs. She inserted one finger into her canal, using her other hand to massage her breasts. She was just about to erupt when Trent interrupted her flow. He undressed and joined Kendra in the whirlpool tub. He took her finger and put it in his mouth, savoring her treasure.
Trent raised Kendra slightly out the water and dove head first in between her legs, sucking and licking on her pearl. Trent begged for forgiveness while lapping up all her juices. Kendra began to moan while holding on to the edge of the tub. Trent eased himself inside of her ever so gently, taking his time, pumping in and out, going as far as she would let him. Kendra was enjoying the moment. She was on a high. All of her pain had escaped her mind momentarily. Trent wrapped Kendra around his waist while still inside of her. He carried her into the bedroom. He laid her on top of the bed, keeping his stroke. Kendra laid back and let Trent take total control, but she made sure she threw that pussy back at him, contracting her pussy muscles and releasing Trent’s dick at the same time, putting Trent in a frenzy.
“ Work that shit, ma. Make that pussy talk to me,” Trent whispered in Kendra’s ear.
Then, he started speaking in his native tongue. That always sent Kendra over the edge. She loved the way he spoke Spanish. It made her melt, and, like clockwork, Kendra squirted all over the place. Kendra rolled over onto her side. She couldn’t help but think about Wiz. She felt a little guilty because, in her mind, she was sexing Wiz not Trent. Kendra giggled to herself and closed her eyes.
Once Kendra was fast asleep, Trent eased himself out the bed. He walked into the den, turned on the TV, and rolled a blunt. Trent stopped just before he lit his blunt and thought about the time Mrs. LaSalle had caught him smoking in the house.
*****
Kendra and Trent were visiting one Sunday evening. After dinner, Kendra escorted Trent to the den, so he could catch the game. He, then, took his blunt from Kendra’s purse. He laid his head back, smoking and enjoying the game. Out of nowhere, Kendra’s mom walked in and yelled, “Boy, I know damn well you’re not smoking that shit in my house.”
Trent didn’t know what to do or say. He just sat there with his mouth wide open. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. LaSalle. I didn’t know.”
“ Just make sure you save me the other half of that blunt,” Mrs. LaSalle said with a wink.
Then, she returned to clear the dishes off the table, leaving Trent astonished.
Trent laughed at the thought while he blazed his blunt. Thinking of Mrs. LaSalle brought tears to his eyes. He had loved her
She gave him a peck on the lips and headed to the bathroom. Kendra ran water in the tub and added bubbles. After filling the tub, Kendra slipped and let the warm water envelope her body. She replayed her life and thought of how she had let herself get back into the same situation. She grabbed a pen and a notebook from the side of the tub and wrote to her dad. It had been a long time since she’d had any communication with her father. Nia went twice a month to visit him, but Kendra hadn’t built up enough courage to go since she’d gotten older. Kendra really blamed her father for being incarcerated. Even though it wasn’t his fault, she still blamed him for not being able to be in her life every day. She needed him right at that very moment in her life. Kendra needed guidance. She thought a letter would be a perfect way to reconnect with him.
*****
After Kendra had poured her heart out in the letter, she sat the pen and paper down and decided to relax and let her mind captivate her thoughts. Kendra washed her body. Imagining her hands were Wiz’s hands, she caressed her nipples. While biting on her bottom lip, she guided her hands down in between her thighs. Kendra massaged her clitoris, letting the heat rise in her body. She started with a slow, circular motion, causing friction between her legs. She inserted one finger into her canal, using her other hand to massage her breasts. She was just about to erupt when Trent interrupted her flow. He undressed and joined Kendra in the whirlpool tub. He took her finger and put it in his mouth, savoring her treasure.
Trent raised Kendra slightly out the water and dove head first in between her legs, sucking and licking on her pearl. Trent begged for forgiveness while lapping up all her juices. Kendra began to moan while holding on to the edge of the tub. Trent eased himself inside of her ever so gently, taking his time, pumping in and out, going as far as she would let him. Kendra was enjoying the moment. She was on a high. All of her pain had escaped her mind momentarily. Trent wrapped Kendra around his waist while still inside of her. He carried her into the bedroom. He laid her on top of the bed, keeping his stroke. Kendra laid back and let Trent take total control, but she made sure she threw that pussy back at him, contracting her pussy muscles and releasing Trent’s dick at the same time, putting Trent in a frenzy.
“ Work that shit, ma. Make that pussy talk to me,” Trent whispered in Kendra’s ear.
Then, he started speaking in his native tongue. That always sent Kendra over the edge. She loved the way he spoke Spanish. It made her melt, and, like clockwork, Kendra squirted all over the place. Kendra rolled over onto her side. She couldn’t help but think about Wiz. She felt a little guilty because, in her mind, she was sexing Wiz not Trent. Kendra giggled to herself and closed her eyes.
Once Kendra was fast asleep, Trent eased himself out the bed. He walked into the den, turned on the TV, and rolled a blunt. Trent stopped just before he lit his blunt and thought about the time Mrs. LaSalle had caught him smoking in the house.
*****
Kendra and Trent were visiting one Sunday evening. After dinner, Kendra escorted Trent to the den, so he could catch the game. He, then, took his blunt from Kendra’s purse. He laid his head back, smoking and enjoying the game. Out of nowhere, Kendra’s mom walked in and yelled, “Boy, I know damn well you’re not smoking that shit in my house.”
Trent didn’t know what to do or say. He just sat there with his mouth wide open. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. LaSalle. I didn’t know.”
“ Just make sure you save me the other half of that blunt,” Mrs. LaSalle said with a wink.
Then, she returned to clear the dishes off the table, leaving Trent astonished.
Trent laughed at the thought while he blazed his blunt. Thinking of Mrs. LaSalle brought tears to his eyes. He had loved her
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