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“What’s the male equivalent of a ‘bad bitch’?”

He makes a face. “I mean, you can just tell me I look nice. You ain’t gotta gas me, especially not like that.”

I laugh as he approaches the bed. “Can I tell you I think you’re fine as hell?”

He pretends to think about it. “That works.”

He’s in front of me now, staring down from a great height, his dick just a few inches away. All I have to do is hook my finger in that towel and I can have it.

Yeah.

Let’s do that.

One flick of my finger and the towel is at his feet. He’s semi-hard when he pops out, brown and veiny and thick.

“My mouth is actually watering right now,” I say, my eyes glued to it. “It’s so pretty.”

His low chuckle warms me. “Put it in your mouth.”

I was headed there anyway.

I take him straight to the back of my throat, no fanfare, no pregame. Just straight tonsil-stabbing, and he likes it. He fucks my face until tears run down, then he cums in my mouth with a roar, shooting his kids down my throat so fast I almost choke on them.

I give him a few minutes, then get it back hard again. I’m on top, riding him backwards, when his phone buzzes. He silences it, muttering, “He can wait,” so I assume it’s Cam.

No matter.

I have reverse cowgirling to do.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “That pussy so damn good. And you got this fat ass in my face, goddamn girl. Fuck me. Just like that. Bounce on that muhfucka.”

My knees aren’t what they used to be, but I’m holding my own. I stutter a little, then stop when the orgasm hits me.

He’s behind me loving it. “Look at that asshole winking at me. My tongue gon’ be up that bitch in just a minute. That nut feel good, baby?”

“Yesssssss.”

His phone buzzes again.

“Fuck! Sorry. It’s Cam again.”

“Go ahead.”

“Man, what do you want? You got the worst timing. Damn.”

I laugh quietly, then say, “Hey Cam!”

Trey blows out a breath, then I hear Cam’s voice loud and clear on speaker. “Hey, beautiful!”

“What you want?” Trey demands.

“My allowance for this month.”

“Yeah, I forgot. My bad. I’ll send it in a minute.”

“Can you send it now? I’m about to pick Raven up.”

“Boy, I don’t give a f—“