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push his head away and slap a condom on his dick. The abundance of saliva he’d smeared all over her pussy could be used as a lubricant for fucking. If this youngin’ can’t fuck, I’m gon’ have to put his useless ass out of my whip.
    Quite suddenly and most unexpectedly, Monroe got the hang of giving oral pleasure.
    With his tongue now in sync with Misty’s body rhythm, Monroe provided hot waves of pleasure that hit her so hard, she had to hold on to the overhead handle for support. His tongue, agile and curious, slipped between her folds and found its way to her bud, licking it hard and rough—the way she liked it. Beneath the harsh tongue lashes, her clit swelled, and extended. He withdrew his tongue. Misty cried out, “Don’t stop!”
    Exchanging his tongue for puckered lips, Monroe made Misty’s body hum—sucking and pulling on her glistening pearl while gliding his long, thick finger in and out of her wet tunnel. The dual stimulation he was giving her quickly became too much to bear. Unable to help herself, Misty lifted a leg and wrapped it around his neck, pressing her coochie against his lips.
    Having a newly acquired taste for pussy, Monroe extracted his finger and dug his tongue into her pussy, slurping and licking—trying to lap up every drop of her sweetness.
    Misty reached down, feeling his crotch. “Let’s see what you’re working…” Her words broke off as she found an erection that felt almost as long and thick as her arm.
    Misty quickly released his neck from her leg lock. On cue, Monroe lowered his pants. Misty tore open the cellophane wrapper and rolled the condom down over his pulsing, heavily veined erection.
    She lowered herself slowly onto his long pole and Monroe immediately went to work, hammering hard and fast into her hot spot. The friction heated up the latex condom; her coochie was on fire. Despite the discomfort, Misty couldn’t stop. Every stroke Monroe delivered landed on her G-spot. In less than five minutes, Misty exploded.
    After her body tremors settled down, Monroe pulled out. “I gotta take a leak.”
    “Go ’head,” she responded, basking in the afterglow of the powerful orgasm he’d given her.
    He eased the condom off and pulled up his pants and got out of the truck. “Give me one minute,” he said, giving her a wink that promised that the best was yet to come.
    “Go over there somewhere,” Misty hollered out of the window and pointed to some bushes. “Don’t be spraying piss near my rims.”
    Monroe urinated on the tree that Misty had earlier suggested they use as a fuck-post. With his fly undone, he approached the truck. A look of shock covered his face when he discovered Misty sitting up front, in the driver’s seat, skirt tugged into place, as she repositioned the pillow beneath her butt.
    “Whaddup? I wasn’t finished!” Frowning, he squeezed what looked like a painful hard-on.
    “Your dick’s still hard?”
    “Yeah. I still got about twenty nuts stored up,” he said, cutting her an evil eye.
    “That sounds personal. You shoulda got it while you were in it.” Unperturbed by Monroe’s look of hostility, Misty hummed as she adjusted her mirror, smoothed on lip gloss, and finger-combed her hair. “Where do you want me to drop you off?”
    “That’s real slimy, yo. How you gon’ brush me off like that?”
    “Look, I don’t have all night to fuck around with you. I got shit to do.”
    “I had to take a piss!” he explained, frustration causing his voice to rise.
    “You shoulda took a piss before you got up in my shit.”
    “My bad. So, whaddup?” He made a sweeping gesture—palms up, arms outstretched. “I know you ain’t gon’ try to play me. Be nice. Give up some head or something.”
    “Nigga, you better kiss my ass!” Misty glowered at Monroe. “I’m not obligated to give you shit. We got down on an equal basis. Nobody told your dumb ass to fuck around on some delay shit. I didn’t play you; you played yourself.” Misty