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No. 10 ♡

"Oh shit Pierre!" I moaned. He entered my swollen pussy from the back doing slow deep strokes. He had a good grip on my hair making me arch my back.

"Whose pussy is this?!" He grunted. I could barely get my words out. He began to pick up the pace and I thought he was in my throat. "It's my pussy!" I moaned getting smart. He slapped my ass. I gasped shocked by how much it stung.

In one fluid move he flipped me over. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist wanting him to go deeper. He began to thrust in and out of me knowing I was on the brink of cumming.

"Who pussy is this?" He asked looking at my facial expressions. Anticipating the blissfulness between my legs, I moaned, "This pussy is yours Pierre. Its all yours!"

He then lifted my legs above my head pounding inside me strenuously. My walls tightened around his thick long dick. I moaned, "Ahhh Pierre I'm cumming." Right before I came I was awoken.

"Hampton!" Pierre said waking me up. I quickly looked under the sheets and I still had on my high waisted shorts and my tank top. I got out of bed heading to the bathroom.

"Whatchu dreamed about?" He asked smirking. I shook my head nothing. "This pussy is yours Pierre! Its all yours. Apparently you was dreaming about me," he said mimicking me. I stopped in my tracks.

"I wasn't dreaming about you.....I was dreaming bout your bomb ass dick," I said mumbling the last part.

"Oh you was dreaming about my bomb ass dick," he said smirking. It wasn't making it any better that he was shirtless. I headed to the I walked into the bathroom with him on my heels.

"Ahhh Pierre I'm cumming. The way you was moaning a nigga name I could hear you in the next room. I could give you the dick right now. Or the bomb ass dick as you may call it," he said.

"Leave me alone! I wasn't dreaming about you!" I yelled.

"I know you was dreaming about my bomb ass dick," he said.

I shook my head putting toothpaste on my tooth brush brushing my teeth. I bent over to rinse out my mouth. I felt Pierre press himself against my behind.

"Morning wood baby, you wasn't the only one dreaming," he smirked.

He then walked out the bathroom. His dick was poking me and it surprisingly felt good.

I shook all the nasty thoughts I had and turned on the shower. I almost forgot.

"Pierre!" I said walking into the living room. "Wassup love?" He asked. "I need you to go to the store for me," I said. "Whatchu need?" He asked.

"Get me pine apple juice and water. Also see if they have body blendz," I said.

"You trying to make sure your pussy taste sweet for me," he asked licking his lips.

"Trying? My pussy been tasting good. Just take showers and no I don't like for my pee to be dark and with an odor. Then it's much healthier than all them sodas," I said.

He chuckled. "Some with your period too?" He asked.

"No I'm infertile or something about me having trouble reproducing," I said.

"Huh? You can't have my kids? How?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I really didn't want to talk about.

"Nothing serious. Can you please hurry back," I said.

He nodded his head and exited my house. I removed my clothing and got in the shower. I washed my hair and lathered my body in soap. I bathed and washed my hair in a twenty minute span before hearing a knock at the bathroom door.