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I run the comb through her thick, straight, black hair, and all I can think about is wrapping it around my fist - again. But right now, I want to take care of her and run the comb all the way down to her sweet little ass.
“¡Qué fácil! (That’s easy),out there in Connecticut, not far from the city, is this spot where it’s all forest and shit. We went there for this camping field trip, it’s called Nature’s Classroom. I remember that there was a river and this big ass waterfall. It’s all woods, and there are these paths and shit. I liked it there. I’d go back there in a fucking second.” I haven’t done girl hair in a fucking long time, probably since I was fucking eight or nine. Our mom taught Chase and I so we could play fucking dolls with Evie. We made her be the street hockey goalie in our driveway every fucking day, so I guess it was fair.
“What’d you like about it?” I ask her while separating her hair into three sections and use the comb to make sure her edges are nice.
“It was peaceful. It was the only time that I ever left the city. That’s where I found this.Espera, déjame levantarme (Hold on, let me get up).” I drop her hair and watch the back of her towel move down her back, and my spent cock wakes the fuck up. I reach forward as she gets off the bed and pull that fucker all the way off, removing her towel.
“Fucking hell, Ed, look at you, baby,” I tell her as I lean against the headboard. “You look hot as fuck like that, come back to bed,hermosa.”
“¡Pinche cabrón!”I hold out my arms in front of me with fucking grabby hands when her cute little tits bounce as she tries to recover the towel and swats at me.
“Hold on, I want to show you my rock.” She’s so fucking cute, and I love when she’s all soft and shit.
“Your rock?”Fucking rocks. It’s so fucking, Ed.
“What’s wrong with rocks? I fucking love rocks,” She proudly tells me as she picks up one of my t-shirts, slips it over her naked body, and drops to the floor in front of her big-ass luggage bag.Goddamn.
I refuse to miss a fucking second of this perfect moment and move my naked ass over to the edge of the bed. I make sure to keep my cock covered for her comfort, but pump that motherfucker three times under the blanket when I clock my name and number on her back. And then I frame this perfect fucking image with my fingers.
I want this fucking masterpiece hung up above the fireplace in the memory gallery of my mind. I want to fucking sit back in a comfortable recliner chair and look at it like it’s fine fucking art while a fire burns below. I never want to forget it before my brain turns to overnight oats.
“Do you want to see? Si o no, pendejo?”
“I’d look at dirt if you wanted me to, Ed. Show me your rock, baby. I wanna see,” I tell her honestly, and she rewards me with a smile as she crawls to me on her hands and knees.
I tug on my nuts and push down on the base of my cock from underneath the comforter, fucking groaning when those big eyes look up at me from the carpeted floor.
“What are you doing?” She asks as she bites her lip.Fucking, sexy little menace.
“Admiring you. You look so fucking beautiful on your hands and knees with my name and number on your back, Ed.” Her cheeks flush, and they’re the same red as the mini cans of Cherry Coke that I have chilling in the mini-fridge for her.
“I thought you wanted to see my rock?” she asks and sits back on her knees as she licks her bottom lip. She doesn’t break eye contact before she opens her fist to show me this jagged stone that's sitting in her palm.
It’s white and gray, and it looks like a rock, but she’s looking at me with it in her hand as if she’s showing me something special. Her knees slide open beneath her as she looks up at me. “It’s a natural smoky quartz crystal.”Oh, baby, I know how special it is.
“What’s it mean?” I ask her with a shaky fucking breath when her hard nipples poke through the devil logo of my t-shirt. All I can think about doing is sucking them until she screams while her pretty ass bounces up and down on my cock.
“It’s supposed to protect you from negativity.” My fist moves up and down, and I stroke myself to the cadence of her voice.Tell me all about it, baby. Keep talking, hermosa.
“You think it works?” I ask her and squeeze my sensitive, sticky tip.
“Yes, that’s why I want you to have it,” she offers, and sits up on her knees and is eye level with my covered dick when she holds her hand out to give it to me. “You can bring it with you on Saturday.” She fucking cares. She wants to make sure I’m okay in her own way and is willing to give me whatever she has.
“I’ll keep it with me in my pocket until I tape it to the inside of my gear for the game. Thank you, baby, I love it.”
"Bueno, ahora te toca, wey.”
“What’s that mean,hermosa?”
“That it’s your turn,Papi.” Papi? The surge of fucking adrenaline and testosterone that shoots through my blood when she calls me that has my cock turning into a fucking fat, red brick.
“My turn for what? Tell me.”And call me Papi again.
“For you to show me your rock…” she says and pauses as her hands skate up my legs.
“...Hard…” she rips the blanket off my lap, and my dick springs free, hitting her in her dimpled chin.
“...Cock….” and then she swallows me fucking whole as I squeeze the shit out of that magic fucking crystal.
