rap industry, she tightened up her slang and became a bigger fan of hip-hop. Katy Perry was long gone from her playlist. She could now recite the lyrics to her theme song, “Five Star Chick,” word for word.
Slipping from the bed, she walked barefoot and stark ass naked out of the bedroom. Hearing the TV on in the den, she smiled.
“Morning,” she said and waved at Yaffa as her perky breasts swayed and juggled.
“Afternoon,” he corrected her, lusting hard at the size of her creamy ass.
Cindy trotted by slowly, letting Yaffa get an eyeful of her body. She had lost count on the number of times Yaffa had seen her naked. Just last week, she had screwed Swagga in the studio booth doggy style while Yaffa and the production crew watched. That shit was a huge turn on for her. While Swagga was doing her, she was having a graphic fantasy that everyone in the studio would take turns. One line she knew Swagga would not cross would be allowing her to fuck someone else.
In the kitchen, she pulled out a wine cooler and sauntered back to her bedroom. She knew Yaffa was looking at her and it made her nipples hard. She loved to tease and flirt.
Flopping on the bed, she nudged Swagga to wake him. When that did not work, she reached under the sheets and grabbed his dick with her cold hands. He woke up shoving her hand away. “What the fuck!”
“Wake up, baby.” She smiled. “I have to go to the gym.”
“Why you wakin’ me up?” He rubbed his face, then reached out to rub between her tanned legs. She was slick. It was the norm for him to wake up with sex on his mind. She pushed his hand away.
“Didn’t you want me to call my friend Chyna about what we talked about last night?”
“Oh yeah!” He sat up. “What time is it?”
Cindy picked up his yellow diamond encrusted watch from the mass of jewelry on the nightstand by the bed. “One-twenty.”
“Damn, I was knocked out, yo!” He rubbed his stiff neck.
“Good pussy tends to do that to a man.” She smiled.
Without asking, he took the wine cooler from her then drank half of it. “Shit too damn sweet!” He frowned, giving it back.
She finished the rest then slid back in the bed. “Now tell me again what you want me to tell Chyna,” she said, lying next to him.
“Just tell . . .”
“Her.”
“Yeah. Um, say I got somebody for them to meet and the rest will just fall in place.”
“I’ll see if she’ll do it. She be on some bullshit, but she’s my girl.”
Swagga again reached down to play in her pussy. “Damn, you stay wet!”
“Only ‘cause of you.” She played on his ego, opening her legs. She rubbed his face as he pushed two fingers inside her. Pulling his face toward hers, she circled her tongue around his lips then into his mouth.
The sex was rushed and Cindy was rarely pushed to a climax. She faked it as he pounded her from the back while spanking and rubbing her ass. He had enough dick to please her, but his skills of throwing the dick were lacking.
In the shower, she asked him who Trevon was and why he wanted Chyna to hook up with him.
“Don’t worry ‘bout all that,” he said, scrubbing his dick. “Just make the call and see if they will do it. Better yet, if they say yeah . . . give ‘em my number.”
Cindy said fine and inwardly thought it was silly of him to refuse to refer to Chyna as ‘she’ or ‘her.’ She knew Swagga was up to some bullshit and had a feeling that this Trevon guy would be the recipient of it.
Swagga was immersed in his thoughts as Yaffa drove the Bentley GT back to Fort Lauderdale. He was unable to get over Kandi. He was used to having things his way. Money took care of everything. Cindy was in line. He knew for a fact she was not fucking around on him. He had tried to run the same game on Kandi, but she was not having it. It was simple; he wanted what he could not have. Swagga hated to lose. When he thought of Trevon having the pleasure of being with Kandi, it got under his skin. Maybe she’s
Slipping from the bed, she walked barefoot and stark ass naked out of the bedroom. Hearing the TV on in the den, she smiled.
“Morning,” she said and waved at Yaffa as her perky breasts swayed and juggled.
“Afternoon,” he corrected her, lusting hard at the size of her creamy ass.
Cindy trotted by slowly, letting Yaffa get an eyeful of her body. She had lost count on the number of times Yaffa had seen her naked. Just last week, she had screwed Swagga in the studio booth doggy style while Yaffa and the production crew watched. That shit was a huge turn on for her. While Swagga was doing her, she was having a graphic fantasy that everyone in the studio would take turns. One line she knew Swagga would not cross would be allowing her to fuck someone else.
In the kitchen, she pulled out a wine cooler and sauntered back to her bedroom. She knew Yaffa was looking at her and it made her nipples hard. She loved to tease and flirt.
Flopping on the bed, she nudged Swagga to wake him. When that did not work, she reached under the sheets and grabbed his dick with her cold hands. He woke up shoving her hand away. “What the fuck!”
“Wake up, baby.” She smiled. “I have to go to the gym.”
“Why you wakin’ me up?” He rubbed his face, then reached out to rub between her tanned legs. She was slick. It was the norm for him to wake up with sex on his mind. She pushed his hand away.
“Didn’t you want me to call my friend Chyna about what we talked about last night?”
“Oh yeah!” He sat up. “What time is it?”
Cindy picked up his yellow diamond encrusted watch from the mass of jewelry on the nightstand by the bed. “One-twenty.”
“Damn, I was knocked out, yo!” He rubbed his stiff neck.
“Good pussy tends to do that to a man.” She smiled.
Without asking, he took the wine cooler from her then drank half of it. “Shit too damn sweet!” He frowned, giving it back.
She finished the rest then slid back in the bed. “Now tell me again what you want me to tell Chyna,” she said, lying next to him.
“Just tell . . .”
“Her.”
“Yeah. Um, say I got somebody for them to meet and the rest will just fall in place.”
“I’ll see if she’ll do it. She be on some bullshit, but she’s my girl.”
Swagga again reached down to play in her pussy. “Damn, you stay wet!”
“Only ‘cause of you.” She played on his ego, opening her legs. She rubbed his face as he pushed two fingers inside her. Pulling his face toward hers, she circled her tongue around his lips then into his mouth.
The sex was rushed and Cindy was rarely pushed to a climax. She faked it as he pounded her from the back while spanking and rubbing her ass. He had enough dick to please her, but his skills of throwing the dick were lacking.
In the shower, she asked him who Trevon was and why he wanted Chyna to hook up with him.
“Don’t worry ‘bout all that,” he said, scrubbing his dick. “Just make the call and see if they will do it. Better yet, if they say yeah . . . give ‘em my number.”
Cindy said fine and inwardly thought it was silly of him to refuse to refer to Chyna as ‘she’ or ‘her.’ She knew Swagga was up to some bullshit and had a feeling that this Trevon guy would be the recipient of it.
Swagga was immersed in his thoughts as Yaffa drove the Bentley GT back to Fort Lauderdale. He was unable to get over Kandi. He was used to having things his way. Money took care of everything. Cindy was in line. He knew for a fact she was not fucking around on him. He had tried to run the same game on Kandi, but she was not having it. It was simple; he wanted what he could not have. Swagga hated to lose. When he thought of Trevon having the pleasure of being with Kandi, it got under his skin. Maybe she’s
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