Page 60 of Legend's Legacy
“I promise, pretty girl.”
My fingers pumped faster, and I added a third finger to it. With my free hand, I fed her the rest of her cake. I removed my fingers from inside of her and gave her the final bite of cake. She ate, and I ate. Her sticky moisture coated my lips, and I knew that I wouldn’t get any work done the rest of the day.
She cried out as she released on my fingers. I glanced at the plate and realized that she had indeed cleaned her plate.
I patted her hip. “Hop up for me, baby.”
Legacy did as I asked, and I walked over to the door. I grabbed a crate and pulled it in front of the door, wedging it underneath the door handle to prevent anyone from easily coming in. They would have to work hard to get through, but by then, I would be notified that they were here.
I walked back to where Legacy sat on my chair.
“Baby, hop up here on this table.”
“What are you about to do?”
“You trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then hop your fine ass up on this table for me, ma.”
She did as I asked, tugging that skirt down.
“I don’t know why you did that shit. I need that skirt up.”
“Legacy, what if we get caught?”
“Nobody’s coming out here. Now pull that skirt up over that fat ass and let me get to my dessert.”
She giggled and did as I told her to. I moved the chair out of my way and kneeled in front of her. I pulled her to the edge of the table until she was barely on the table. I propped her legs over my shoulder, and I munched on that pussy like I was eating a bag of popcorn.
A nigga was hungry. Shit, I hadn’t eaten since seven this morning. My fingers tunneled through her pussy, making way for my tongue to seek out her sweetness. I lapped it up as she began creaming for a nigga again.
I used the fingers of my free hand to penetrate that ass, and she started hollering loudly.
“Shut your ass up if you don’t wanna get caught,” I warned, pulling back briefly to chastise her.
“Gimme your jacket, Legend. You know I can’t keep quiet with you making me feel this good,” she whined.
I took off my suit jacket and handed it to her. The minute that she put it in her mouth and bit down on it, I slid my fingers back into that fat, juicy ass and prodded my tongue between her wet, juicy pussy lips.
“Ohmigosh. You feel sooo good, Legend. I want to die just like this. Let me have a heart attack going out from you doing what you’re doing. Best way to die!” she screamed.
I pulled back and mugged her little ass. “Use the damn suit jacket and shut that shit up. The last thing that I wanna do is hear you whining about dying while I’m eating this pussy. Yeah, I’ma kill that ass, but let me murder this bitch before you start having heart attacks and shit.”
She pulled the jacket over her mouth again, and this time, she kept it there until she moaned her way through her next orgasm. When she finished, I stood, helped her off the table, and fixed her clothes.
“Thank you,” she stated as I fixed her hair. “I’m tired after that workout. I wonder if I can sneak out and head home for the day.”
“Ya li’l ass ain’t did shit but lay there hollering and screaming and shit.”
“They didn’t tell you that getting your pussy eaten and ass played in was hard work, baby?”
I just shook my head at her little ass as she grabbed her things and headed to the door.
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