Page 41 of In Too Deep

“As you shouldn’t. This is all me, in rare form,” I boasted. “Ain’t shit fruit loop ‘bout me.”

“I hear you and I know,” she nodded in confirmation.

“Then turned yo fine ass around and let me stick it in you. You’ll be able to handle what I’m dishing out soon.”

Turning around, she complied and spread her ass with her small fingers, cum smeared around her asshole. I opened the package, eying her ass with intent before cleaning off the dildo. She didn’t need lubricant, her cum would’ve sufficed, but I needed her to be extra wet, and I needed it to glide in with ease.

I used to turn down shit like this and would quickly dismiss the use of toys in the bedroom, until Roxx put me on. The thought of my bitch using a sex toy fueled me with insecurity, but I overlooked it. Trecee was supposed to be the first person to try it, but those plans prevailed; now I had Synthia here exploring Pandora’s Box, dipping her toe in the water.

Rubbing the lube over her booty hole with my finger, it glistened on her, radiating with the mixture of her cum. Being famished for more, I stuck my thumb in her ass, dipping it inside, fucking her with it, causing moans to escape from the back of her throat. I removed my thumb a little while after, replacing it with the dildo and stuck my thumb in my mouth, slurping on her juices, allowing her cum to settle against my tongue, smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

“Shit,” I hissed. “Take a deep breath. Remember to let me know if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” she whimpered.

“Juicy,” my voice was laced with concern. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” she nodded, her curls falling over her head.

Carefully and slowly, I inserted the toy inside of her, dipping inside inch by inch, giving her no more than she could take.

“Oooooh ooooow,” she moaned loudly, followed by a throaty gasp.

I stopped, my heart crushed hearing the pain ripping through her voice. “Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting her?”

“Nooooo,” she murmured. “It just feels—it feels different.”

“But do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she shrieked. “Please don’t stop.”

“Fuuuuck, Juicy,” I groaned, throwing my head back. “If only you could see what I see.”

Her asshole contracted, leaking cum. I couldn’t contain the agony my dick felt any longer. I needed to release somehow, and this was a 4K view. Freeing my dick, it was bricked with percum leaking from the tip. I jacked my dick off slowly, spreading my precum around the shaft, giving my dry dick moisture. My hands were full, one hand was pumping Synthia’s ass hole with a dick, while my other hand stroked mine.

“Oh my God, Romelo,” she gasped again, still trying to keep her ass spread with her hands. “I feel something,” she mumbled. “Something is coming?”

I continued stroking my dick, speeding up just a bit, building my orgasm. My breathing became rapid seeing the glass dildo appear white now, coated with her cum. The more I fucked her, the whiter her asshole got, mimicking cheesecake.

“Tell me what’s coming, Juicy,” I groaned, throwing my head back from the pleasure. “Tell me, baby. Tell me,” I pleaded.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, her legs buckling. “I feel it coming.”

“I feel it too, baby,” I moaned.

Speeding up, I pumped faster inside of her, making sure not to go too deep, deeper than what she could handle, until she reached back, wrapped her hand over mine, and inched it further inside. My toes started to curl inside my shoes when my orgasm reached my feet. Then my legs felt weak. I was struggling to maintain my balance.

“Cum with me,” she gasped, releasing a fart.

“I am baby,” I groaned. “It’s cumming, baby.”

Stroking faster, reaching my peak, my stomach caved in, and my head flung back. My hand felt wet, drenched in her juices, swarming down my wrist again. When my nut seeped out, my mouth gaped open from the erotic satisfaction. I inched closer to her, centering the tip of my dick to her anus, making sure her nut caught every drip, mixing our juices. Synthia’s knees buckled, and she released the sex toy. I caught it before it dropped to the ground, then placed it on the counter. A resounding clang, a satisfying mix of glass on tile, and our pleased sighs marked the bread’s arrival on the counter.

“Ooooooh, fuuuuck,” she gasped. “It’s thereeee! It’s cummiiiiing!” She chanted.

“I see it baby,” I bit down on my lip, watching her anus contract as her cum dripped down to her pussy hole.

Being mannish, I bent down, watching a mixture of our cum ooze out of her and tasted it, slurping it up, then spat it back out, slurp it up again and spat it out and slurp it up again, making sure to swallow every last drop, feeling like a nasty ass nigga, reaching different heights—heights I hadn’t taken with her cousin.

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