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praises. I went to the left one as
she continued to act out and act up. I loved her reaction, loving
the way she tasted, loving the feel of those nice heavy tits in my
mouth.
    I couldn’t take it. Took them in my mouth
both at the same time. Worked my tongue in swirls, gave them
suction so that when I pulled my lips off them it made a popping
sound. They were wet with my saliva; now they tasted like both me
and her. She was running her fingers through my hair, driving me
crazy, further down the lane of insanity. The good kind of
insanity. The kind of insanity I welcomed with an open mouth, open
mind, and spread thighs.
    I came up for air. Looked into her face.
Looked at the way she wanted it. She wanted more than I was
giving.
    I reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped her
jeans. As I did it she stroked me with her hands. I could feel her
watching me, waiting to see what I was going to do next.
    Crisp white thong with the same orange
outline as her top. Matching head to toe. She’d done a nice
contrast using the pink base for her makeup and the orange with her
outfit and underwear. Didn’t want to overdo it.
    I took her jeans off, threw them down on the
floor, but I took my time taking off that tiny sliver of fabric
separating me from her sex. Took my time kissing her stomach,
around her belly button ring as I eased that material off of her.
Let my kisses go lower, but stopped them just before my lips
reached that sweetness.
    Ginuwine’s voice rang out from the speakers.
His song telling us that it was not his girl’s girls’ business what
they were doing.
    I got the thong all the way off. Moved my
face back up to hers, gave her a kiss on the lips as our eyes met,
her sugar-coated brown eyes staring back at my hazel eyes letting
me know that this teasing was driving her up a wall.
    Touché.
    But I couldn’t show it. Had to pretend that
what I was feeling was control and calm, that controlled calm that
I usually had in this situation, but it had somehow abandoned me
this time. But pretending was my job, or at least a part of it.
Chris and I were playing characters. We were used to playing
certain roles. I just had to remind myself of that and I knew
everything would be alright.
    I moved back down, got a good look at those
luscious breasts before feasting on them again. I went at them with
more ferocity. Had her begging me not to stop going at them. I had
no intention to.
    I moved my hand down.
Didn’t slow my roll with my mouth, but moved my left hand down
between her thighs and into that area where I felt the heat before
even touching it. I moved her legs apart a little more. Not shaved,
not Naired, but either she’d had her kitty cat waxed or she’d had
laser hair removal done. I let my fingers glide over her slit, felt
all of the moisture that had accumulated from that tiny little hole
between her legs. Felt her arousal on my fingers, then my hand as I
rubbed that sweet spot. I felt a shudder go through her. Felt her
body tremble like she had a chill as she kept whispering the
word please please please
please please please over and over and
over again.
    Ain’t none of
your friends’ business Ain’t none of your friends’ business how we
get down tonight…
    Ginuwine’s singing mixed with her
pleading.
    I was willing to oblige her.
    I slid my index finger inside her. She gasped
as if I’d just put a dick or a dildo inside her. She held onto my
shoulders as if I’d already started fucking her.
    Tight. She was so tight. Felt her walls
undulating with the grip they had around my forefinger. I eased
that finger in and out. Her face held the look of anguish, but I
knew what that kind of anguish meant. No way I was going to stop,
and there was no doubt that she didn’t want me to.
    I put my middle finger in alongside the
index. Stretched that little hole some more. Felt those walls
enclose around my two fingers, felt them moving to the beat of
their own drummer.
    So wet. So tight. Tighter than any of the
girls