there?” Cojack asked as he looked her up and down, admiring her toned physique. He almost quivered thinking about the last time the two of them had hooked up. Whether he came too quick or not and she never got hers, she got excited off of the mere fact of pleasing him.
“Why you ain't been callin’ me?” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I can't even lie, shorty. A nigga been rippin’ and runnin'.”
“Unh-hunh, I bet,” she replied.
“So what up, though?” He smiled and squeezed her cheek. “You gon’ spend the day with a nigga or what?”
“And where we goin'?” she asked, snappin’ her neck.
“For real, for real, I'm tryin’ to lay back in an AC somewhere. Shit, we can hit the pool and chill. It's too hot to do anything else.”
“That sounds like fun,” Kim jumped in. Mason seemed to like the idea as well.
“So how you gon’ act? You gon’ chill out wit’ your boy or what?” Cojack asked, giving her a pat on the behind. He stepped closer, observing her long bronze legs, thick hips, and a set of breasts that seemed like they would burst out of her one-size-too-small blouse if she breathed too hard.
She finally agreed but said they had to run up to Cloverleaf and get something out of layaway. That worked for Cojack because he had to make a quick run. He produced a bankroll, peeling off a crisp hundred. “Get the room after you handle your business,” he said, handing Mesha the money.
“Anywhere specific, baby?” she asked in a sexy and drawn out tone.
“Anyplace with a pool.”
Days Inn was located directly across from Chesterfield Towne Center. Mason and the girls were already in the pool when Cojack arrived. The foursome played around in the water for over an hour, dunking each other and simply enjoying themselves. Cojack and Mesha were the first to leave. He was answered at the expression on the white woman's face as he exited with a rock-hard penis. Her face turned a reddish pink and she started rubbing her neck as if she had become hot. He and Mesha laughed all the way to their room.
Inside, no time was wasted as Cojack and Mesha stripped themselves bare as if they couldn't wait another second. He rained soft, heated kisses on her neck and then laid her across the bed. Mesha looked in awe at his large penis. It seemed to have expanded a few inches since their last session. After ten minutes of foreplay, Cojack propped her legs on his shoulders. With her pretty manicured feet resting on his collarbone, he commenced to stroke her nice and slow.
Almost two hours later, Mesha had experienced three major orgasms, a record breaker for her. Cojack was sweating like a Hebrew slave and hadn't climaxed once. What the hell was his problem?
“Please come, baby,” she begged. “You killin’ me.” There was no response as he turned her slippery body over like a pancake and began pounding her from behind. Twenty minutes later, Cojack said fuck it and faked his orgasm, collapsing on top of her. Soaked in each other's ecstasy, she looked at him nearly out of breath. “Did you come?”
“Yeah,” he responded between breaths, lying through his teeth.
“Oh my God. Damn,” she uttered and turned to him with a surprised expression. “You ain't never fucked me like that before. Have you been drinking or something?” He nodded, tired and drained, lying again. Luckily, it was a room with double beds because the bed they had fucked on was destroyed. Thirty minutes later, after regaining his strength, Cojack led her into the shower and picked up where they left off.
SIX
THE ROOM SEEMED to spin in front of Cojack as he sat in the corner of Pier 7 Night Club watching the dance floor. He had just leftthe VIP section after buying out the bar. Now he was standing close by the restroom, feeling like he'd puke any minute. The fellas had set up so much pussy for after hours that it was hard to pick and choose.
Cojack felt so twisted after leaving the restroom that he changed his mind and decided
“Why you ain't been callin’ me?” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I can't even lie, shorty. A nigga been rippin’ and runnin'.”
“Unh-hunh, I bet,” she replied.
“So what up, though?” He smiled and squeezed her cheek. “You gon’ spend the day with a nigga or what?”
“And where we goin'?” she asked, snappin’ her neck.
“For real, for real, I'm tryin’ to lay back in an AC somewhere. Shit, we can hit the pool and chill. It's too hot to do anything else.”
“That sounds like fun,” Kim jumped in. Mason seemed to like the idea as well.
“So how you gon’ act? You gon’ chill out wit’ your boy or what?” Cojack asked, giving her a pat on the behind. He stepped closer, observing her long bronze legs, thick hips, and a set of breasts that seemed like they would burst out of her one-size-too-small blouse if she breathed too hard.
She finally agreed but said they had to run up to Cloverleaf and get something out of layaway. That worked for Cojack because he had to make a quick run. He produced a bankroll, peeling off a crisp hundred. “Get the room after you handle your business,” he said, handing Mesha the money.
“Anywhere specific, baby?” she asked in a sexy and drawn out tone.
“Anyplace with a pool.”
Days Inn was located directly across from Chesterfield Towne Center. Mason and the girls were already in the pool when Cojack arrived. The foursome played around in the water for over an hour, dunking each other and simply enjoying themselves. Cojack and Mesha were the first to leave. He was answered at the expression on the white woman's face as he exited with a rock-hard penis. Her face turned a reddish pink and she started rubbing her neck as if she had become hot. He and Mesha laughed all the way to their room.
Inside, no time was wasted as Cojack and Mesha stripped themselves bare as if they couldn't wait another second. He rained soft, heated kisses on her neck and then laid her across the bed. Mesha looked in awe at his large penis. It seemed to have expanded a few inches since their last session. After ten minutes of foreplay, Cojack propped her legs on his shoulders. With her pretty manicured feet resting on his collarbone, he commenced to stroke her nice and slow.
Almost two hours later, Mesha had experienced three major orgasms, a record breaker for her. Cojack was sweating like a Hebrew slave and hadn't climaxed once. What the hell was his problem?
“Please come, baby,” she begged. “You killin’ me.” There was no response as he turned her slippery body over like a pancake and began pounding her from behind. Twenty minutes later, Cojack said fuck it and faked his orgasm, collapsing on top of her. Soaked in each other's ecstasy, she looked at him nearly out of breath. “Did you come?”
“Yeah,” he responded between breaths, lying through his teeth.
“Oh my God. Damn,” she uttered and turned to him with a surprised expression. “You ain't never fucked me like that before. Have you been drinking or something?” He nodded, tired and drained, lying again. Luckily, it was a room with double beds because the bed they had fucked on was destroyed. Thirty minutes later, after regaining his strength, Cojack led her into the shower and picked up where they left off.
SIX
THE ROOM SEEMED to spin in front of Cojack as he sat in the corner of Pier 7 Night Club watching the dance floor. He had just leftthe VIP section after buying out the bar. Now he was standing close by the restroom, feeling like he'd puke any minute. The fellas had set up so much pussy for after hours that it was hard to pick and choose.
Cojack felt so twisted after leaving the restroom that he changed his mind and decided
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