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ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs
"Girl let his ass go," your best friend Asha said as she you passed you the freshly lit blunt.
You shook your head once before answering, "I would if I could Ash but, the dick," you admitted, taking a long drag you inhaled the smoke allowing it to invade your lungs, "It holds me captive."
She looked at you with a stunned expression, "You mean to tell me the nerd is slangin' good wood?"
"No doubt, the best I've had but, I'd never tell him that," you stated matter of factly. Many would think Keith was a goody two shoes or a square but, they don't know him like you do.
That motherfucka' hit entirely different.
"Shit, I might have to take a trip to the library," she joked. "You need to be beat Ash," you chuckled.
After a quick smoke and vent session with Asha. You found yourself with the munchies raiding your pantry for snacks. "Bingo," you chimed while pulling out your favorite fruit snacks and chips from the back.
Walking into your living-room you plopped down on the coach but, was interrupted with your doorbell.
Sighing you stood to your feet shuffling to the front door. Standing on your tippy toes you bit your lip once you seen through the peep hole.
Right on time, you thought.
Swinging the door open their he stood with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. "You know why I'm here," he stated.
He wasted no time barging in and sweeping you off your feet. He plopped you down on the kitchen counter. Pushing your legs opened he forced down your pajama shorts and panties.
Looking up at you for assistance you unbuckled his belt as his pants and boxers hit the floor. His thick curved pole sprang out causing you to jump slightly.
You looked down at it almost intimidated no matter how many times you fucked you could never get used to him. Sliding into your throbbing haven you whimpered, "Fuck Keith yes!"
His massive rod hit your spot repeatedly as your creamed coated him. Your legs were pressed against the cabinets one hand on the counter and the other on his broad shoulder. Keith guided himself in your wet chamber. "Fuck this pussy so good," he grunted with each stroke you snatched him back.
Biting down on your lip you admired his facial expressions. His eyebrows furrowed and his lip was tucked underneath his straight row of teeth. Grabbing ahold of the nape of his neck your muscles clenched around him. "I'm bout' to cum," you cried.
"Nah not yet," he stated, he forced your legs higher up digging his nails into your lower calf, "Wait on me."
A few more strokes and you were ready to tap out crying as he entered you vigorously.
"Can I cum now please," you begged.
"Cum now, cum with me," he whispered.
His knees locked and your body shook clashing against each other. He backed away revealing the sticky mess you created on the both of them. He removed the rest of his clothes slowly before locking eyes with you.
"Come clean me up."
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