watch the two of you turn him out.”
Persia waves her on. “Girl, hush. There isn’t anything innocent about his ass; trust me. You saw how he looked at us when... hello, is this Royce? Hey, baby boy, it’s Persia. You waited on my sisters and me a few weeks ago...yes, the sexy- ass triplets...I see you remember...” She gives me and Paris one of those “see I told you” half-nods.
“This bitch is crazy,” I say, laughing. She waves me on.
“Look...what are you doing now? Oh, really. Well, are you up for some wet, juicy pussy? Yes, now...”
Paris shakes her head. “Pour me another drink,” she says to me, holding her glass out. “I can tell I’m gonna need to be lit the hell up for what y’all about to do to that poor boy.”
I laugh. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, boo. If he comes through, he’s coming as a willing participant.”
“...Oh, and remember, you’ll be fucking all three of us. So make sure you bring enough condoms for more than one round...ohhhh, we shall see, big boy...Well, you just make sure you bring us a clean, hard dick.” She gives him the address, then hangs up.
She grins, filling her glass with more wine. “Well, y’all freaky bitches, looks like we’re about to get us some young, tender cock tonight.”
“Hooker, what’s this ‘you’ll be fucking all three of us’ shit? I told you I wasn’t fucking him so why’d you tell him that?”
“Because I know you’ll be changing your mind the minute you see his naked ass stretched out on the bed.”
Paris rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
I glance at my watch. It’s almost eleven. “I guess I better go upstairs and wash my pussy out,” I say, getting up and tossing the remainder of my drink back.
Paris gets up as well, laughing. “Yeah, please do. The last time your cat started leaking it smelled like rotted fish juice.”
I laugh with her. “Heifer, please. That was the two-week old nut crusted up around your lips you kept picking at.”
“Porsha, sweetie, kiss my ass.” We are both laughing as we make our way out of the room, leaving Persia to finish off her drink while we get ready for our fuck of the night.
Passion
CHAPTER ELEVEN
H is mocha skin atop Persia, Royce stretches her with his width, taps the bottom of her well with his length. I silently laugh to myself as her eyes roll up in the back of her head. As she squirms and arches her back, I am fully aware that the joke is now on her. He is surprisingly more endowed than any of us anticipated. Eleven-and-a-half inches of thick, curved, uncut cock. And this young stud is amazingly skilled at delivering every inch of it with deliberate purpose. I watch the deep dimples of his muscled ass as it tightens with each thrust.
He’s nothing like the shy, awkward-acting guy who waited on us a few weeks ago. This is a young man who is used to servicing pussy, used to delivering the dick with precision. I wonder how many other women have foolishly mistaken and assumed he couldn’t handle them because he was young.
“Ooooh...aaah...yes, fuck meeeee with that big-ass dick, baaaaaaby,” Persia coos.
“Fuck her, lil’ daddy,” I encourage, slipping two fingers into my slit, then stirring my insides before pulling them out and sucking on them. Watching him serve Persia the dick relentlessly has my pussy sizzling. My juices bubble out of my slit and coat my fingers with hot, sticky nectar. I feel compelled to walk over and bite his ass cheeks and feed him my sweetness. “Bust her pussy open, baby.”
I get up and walk over toward them, pushing my fingers back into my pussy. I keep them buried deep inside of me, scoop out my cream, then slip my fingers into his mouth. He lovingly sucks them, then presses his lips to Persia’s and offers her his tongue. She kisses him back, sucks on his tongue.
“Damn, pull open ya pussy, baby, and play with that shit,” he says to Paris, looking over at her. She is lying on the other side of the king-size bed, facing
Persia waves her on. “Girl, hush. There isn’t anything innocent about his ass; trust me. You saw how he looked at us when... hello, is this Royce? Hey, baby boy, it’s Persia. You waited on my sisters and me a few weeks ago...yes, the sexy- ass triplets...I see you remember...” She gives me and Paris one of those “see I told you” half-nods.
“This bitch is crazy,” I say, laughing. She waves me on.
“Look...what are you doing now? Oh, really. Well, are you up for some wet, juicy pussy? Yes, now...”
Paris shakes her head. “Pour me another drink,” she says to me, holding her glass out. “I can tell I’m gonna need to be lit the hell up for what y’all about to do to that poor boy.”
I laugh. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, boo. If he comes through, he’s coming as a willing participant.”
“...Oh, and remember, you’ll be fucking all three of us. So make sure you bring enough condoms for more than one round...ohhhh, we shall see, big boy...Well, you just make sure you bring us a clean, hard dick.” She gives him the address, then hangs up.
She grins, filling her glass with more wine. “Well, y’all freaky bitches, looks like we’re about to get us some young, tender cock tonight.”
“Hooker, what’s this ‘you’ll be fucking all three of us’ shit? I told you I wasn’t fucking him so why’d you tell him that?”
“Because I know you’ll be changing your mind the minute you see his naked ass stretched out on the bed.”
Paris rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
I glance at my watch. It’s almost eleven. “I guess I better go upstairs and wash my pussy out,” I say, getting up and tossing the remainder of my drink back.
Paris gets up as well, laughing. “Yeah, please do. The last time your cat started leaking it smelled like rotted fish juice.”
I laugh with her. “Heifer, please. That was the two-week old nut crusted up around your lips you kept picking at.”
“Porsha, sweetie, kiss my ass.” We are both laughing as we make our way out of the room, leaving Persia to finish off her drink while we get ready for our fuck of the night.
Passion
CHAPTER ELEVEN
H is mocha skin atop Persia, Royce stretches her with his width, taps the bottom of her well with his length. I silently laugh to myself as her eyes roll up in the back of her head. As she squirms and arches her back, I am fully aware that the joke is now on her. He is surprisingly more endowed than any of us anticipated. Eleven-and-a-half inches of thick, curved, uncut cock. And this young stud is amazingly skilled at delivering every inch of it with deliberate purpose. I watch the deep dimples of his muscled ass as it tightens with each thrust.
He’s nothing like the shy, awkward-acting guy who waited on us a few weeks ago. This is a young man who is used to servicing pussy, used to delivering the dick with precision. I wonder how many other women have foolishly mistaken and assumed he couldn’t handle them because he was young.
“Ooooh...aaah...yes, fuck meeeee with that big-ass dick, baaaaaaby,” Persia coos.
“Fuck her, lil’ daddy,” I encourage, slipping two fingers into my slit, then stirring my insides before pulling them out and sucking on them. Watching him serve Persia the dick relentlessly has my pussy sizzling. My juices bubble out of my slit and coat my fingers with hot, sticky nectar. I feel compelled to walk over and bite his ass cheeks and feed him my sweetness. “Bust her pussy open, baby.”
I get up and walk over toward them, pushing my fingers back into my pussy. I keep them buried deep inside of me, scoop out my cream, then slip my fingers into his mouth. He lovingly sucks them, then presses his lips to Persia’s and offers her his tongue. She kisses him back, sucks on his tongue.
“Damn, pull open ya pussy, baby, and play with that shit,” he says to Paris, looking over at her. She is lying on the other side of the king-size bed, facing
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