Page 91 of Don Caselli

“You,” she replied again, while looking down at me.

Our eyes remained locked, as I swirled my tongue in her down below. Slurping her juices, sucking on her pussy lips, and feeling her gyrate her hips closer to my lips. Kissing her inner thighs before I dove right back into her.

“You taste so good, you know that?”

“Uh hummm.” She tried to back up, and I pulled her closer to me as I sucked on her pussy like it was a fucking mango from the trees outside. Tasting her juices mixed with my saliva, as her legs shook, and I pulled her even closer to me.

“Who this pussy belong to, Pooh? Lemme hear something,” I demanded, as she caressed my head, and held her breath because it felt so good to her.

“It’s yours, baby… yours,” she choked out. I took her in as the sun continued to slowly rise up on me feasting between her legs.

Who the fuck needed a birthday cake when I had pussy right in front of me? Pulling her closer to me as I slurped her juices.

Mypussy.

Her legs widened as she allowed me to shove my tongue deeper inside of her, while she rolled her hips, and held my head, showing me where she wanted me. Each time she backed up, I pulled her back toward me. My arms were locked under her thighs, making sure she never escaped me.

Her breathing was shallow, and I could tell she was about to unleash, and I wanted to taste it all. Reaching up, I massaged her nipples between my fingers, while she panted. “Baby, I’m…. gonna…. Don!”

I softly bit her lips while staring at her. “Hmm?”

“You hear me, baby… I can’t… I’m gonna.”

“What’s my name, Bleu?”

“Don.”

I bit her lip harder, and she squealed as she pulled back some. “What’s my name?”

“Landon… my baby,” she cooed, and I pulled her closer and kissed her lips, like I had french kissed the ones on her face and tasted all of her juices she finally unleashed. Kissing her inner thighs as they started shaking, and looking up into her eyes, as she stared down into mine.

Yeah. I was gone.

While Navy showered,I went into the kitchen where breakfast was already prepared and waiting on us. Greene was on her laptop while Beans was putting a shit ton of pepper on his eggs. The damn eggs looked black with how much he was putting on, and he hadn’t sneezed once.

“Morning,” Greene greeted, taking a sip of her coffee, while her eyes were still staring at her screen.

“Happy birthday, nigga!” Beans held his hand out, and we embraced. “How you feeling? A little older… a lot wiser?”

“It’s your birthday? What are the odds that you and Navy have birthdays days apart.” Greene, no longer interested in her computer, gasped. “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks.” I sat down at the table, and my plate was sat in front of me. “Can you fix my baby her plate, too?”

“Yes, Mr. Caselli.”

“Don… it’s cool to call me Don.” I smiled at her, never wanting to jack that Mr. Caselli shit. I’d leave that to Menace, mostly because he didn’t want nobody calling him anything close to his actual name.

Stevie was the exception.

“Your baby… oooh,” Greene teased.

“Mocha… stop yo’ shit.”

She tossed a napkin at me. “Don’t start your shit, Don!”

All three of us laughed, as Navy came from downstairs. She was wearing a floral yellow sundress, and her hair was pulled up into a curly ponytail, with a few pieces hanging in the back. I pulled the chair out for her, and she smiled as I kissed her neck.

“You look pretty, Pooh.”

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