way.” Whitney placed a loving kiss on the back of his hand. “I feel the same way.”
Chapter Six
U, Me & She
“Come on out, babe.” Koran leaned against the wall with his arms and legs crossed.
“I can’t believe you got me doing this dumb shit!” Whitney yelled through the bathroom door.
“Quit writing checks ya ass can’t cash, then! Now bring yo’ sexy ass on! I’m hungry, my dick hard and I want some pussy!”
“Don’t get stupid.” Whitney swung the door open.
Koran’s eyes bulged at the sight of her. Whitney looked sexy as hell in a black lace halter bra and matching rhinestone trimmed g-string. Her luscious breasts spilled from the barely there cups. Koran couldn’t wait to get his hands on them, but first she had work to do.
“You hot. . .but you still gotta go in there and fix me some Alfredo.”
“You’re an idiot. You’re really gonna make me cook in my lingerie?”
“You lost the bet, ma. We said that if you lost at spades you had to cook naked. But since you wanted to whine and complain, me being the nice guy I am, I let you put on some panties and a bra.”
“I’m gon’ get you back for this.” Whitney rolled her eyes and turned around.
“Get yo’ ass in there and cook.” Koran slapped her hard on the butt.
“Oww, nigga, that hurt.” she winced holding her butt cheek.
“You’ll be a’ight.”
“Do you want chicken and shrimp in the pasta?”
“Hell, yeah.” Koran brought a chair into the kitchen and sat down.
“So you’re gonna sit there and watch me cook, too?” Whitney questioned as she filled a huge pot with water.
“Duh, that was the plan.”
“I can’t stand you.”
The melodic sounds of Dwele drifted from the living room into the kitchen as Whitney switched around the kitchen in five-inch stiletto heels. Koran couldn’t take his eyes off her butt. The plumpness of her ass was ridiculous. With each step, her booty bounced and jiggled. Whitney was the epitome of what a real woman should look like.
She wasn’t skeleton skinny or outrageously obese. Whitney was thick, plain and simple. Koran drowned in her presence each time they were together. As the water began to boil, Whitney stood over the stove sautéing the Cajun flavored shrimp. The aroma in the kitchen was off the chain. Koran’s stomach growled, he was so hungry. What he didn’t know was if he was hungry for food or for Whitney, because both enticed his senses. Koran walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Whitney felt so small in his embrace.
“You gon’ let me get some?”
“You know you don’t have to ask.”
Koran quickly spun her around. Her lips barely touched his. He could see her chest heave up and down in anticipation. Whitney’s nipples were so hard they felt like needles prickling his pecks. A manifestation of desire consumed Koran as Whitney’s luscious pink lips assaulted his neck with tender sweet kisses. Flashbacks of her tongue tickling the tip of his dick overpowered his mind. He wanted her to suck it so badly. The mere thought made his penis stand at attention.
“Somebody’s hard.” Whitney smirked with a hint of lust in her eyes as she slowly lowered herself into a squatting position.
She yearned for the decadent taste of his manhood in her mouth. Koran’s dick was like a caramel sensation. Whitney wrapped her lips around the tip and pulled him in inch by inch until the tip reached the back of her throat. Koran couldn’t take it when she deep throated his dick. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t stifle his groans. Koran’s moans ignited a fire in the pit of Whitney’s stomach. Overcome with desire, she sucked harder and faster. Whitney had an insatiable appetite for dick. She could hardly compose herself.
She loved the way Koran’s penis slid in and out of her mouth with ease. Sucking dick alone could make her cum.
Chapter Six
U, Me & She
“Come on out, babe.” Koran leaned against the wall with his arms and legs crossed.
“I can’t believe you got me doing this dumb shit!” Whitney yelled through the bathroom door.
“Quit writing checks ya ass can’t cash, then! Now bring yo’ sexy ass on! I’m hungry, my dick hard and I want some pussy!”
“Don’t get stupid.” Whitney swung the door open.
Koran’s eyes bulged at the sight of her. Whitney looked sexy as hell in a black lace halter bra and matching rhinestone trimmed g-string. Her luscious breasts spilled from the barely there cups. Koran couldn’t wait to get his hands on them, but first she had work to do.
“You hot. . .but you still gotta go in there and fix me some Alfredo.”
“You’re an idiot. You’re really gonna make me cook in my lingerie?”
“You lost the bet, ma. We said that if you lost at spades you had to cook naked. But since you wanted to whine and complain, me being the nice guy I am, I let you put on some panties and a bra.”
“I’m gon’ get you back for this.” Whitney rolled her eyes and turned around.
“Get yo’ ass in there and cook.” Koran slapped her hard on the butt.
“Oww, nigga, that hurt.” she winced holding her butt cheek.
“You’ll be a’ight.”
“Do you want chicken and shrimp in the pasta?”
“Hell, yeah.” Koran brought a chair into the kitchen and sat down.
“So you’re gonna sit there and watch me cook, too?” Whitney questioned as she filled a huge pot with water.
“Duh, that was the plan.”
“I can’t stand you.”
The melodic sounds of Dwele drifted from the living room into the kitchen as Whitney switched around the kitchen in five-inch stiletto heels. Koran couldn’t take his eyes off her butt. The plumpness of her ass was ridiculous. With each step, her booty bounced and jiggled. Whitney was the epitome of what a real woman should look like.
She wasn’t skeleton skinny or outrageously obese. Whitney was thick, plain and simple. Koran drowned in her presence each time they were together. As the water began to boil, Whitney stood over the stove sautéing the Cajun flavored shrimp. The aroma in the kitchen was off the chain. Koran’s stomach growled, he was so hungry. What he didn’t know was if he was hungry for food or for Whitney, because both enticed his senses. Koran walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Whitney felt so small in his embrace.
“You gon’ let me get some?”
“You know you don’t have to ask.”
Koran quickly spun her around. Her lips barely touched his. He could see her chest heave up and down in anticipation. Whitney’s nipples were so hard they felt like needles prickling his pecks. A manifestation of desire consumed Koran as Whitney’s luscious pink lips assaulted his neck with tender sweet kisses. Flashbacks of her tongue tickling the tip of his dick overpowered his mind. He wanted her to suck it so badly. The mere thought made his penis stand at attention.
“Somebody’s hard.” Whitney smirked with a hint of lust in her eyes as she slowly lowered herself into a squatting position.
She yearned for the decadent taste of his manhood in her mouth. Koran’s dick was like a caramel sensation. Whitney wrapped her lips around the tip and pulled him in inch by inch until the tip reached the back of her throat. Koran couldn’t take it when she deep throated his dick. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t stifle his groans. Koran’s moans ignited a fire in the pit of Whitney’s stomach. Overcome with desire, she sucked harder and faster. Whitney had an insatiable appetite for dick. She could hardly compose herself.
She loved the way Koran’s penis slid in and out of her mouth with ease. Sucking dick alone could make her cum.
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