He had his index finger deep inside Naygee and his other index finger in my pussy.
We looked at each other with a pleasurable longing I had never
experienced before.
Melvin wanted to run the show. He asked me to put on the Golden Mask and I did.
He took Naygee's shirt and tied it around Naygee's eyes. He then pulled a condom from his bag on the side of the chair and put it on.
He took out a small container of lube, spread Naygee's cheeks and squirted it at the start of the crack of his ass, the liquid trailing over his hole.
He massaged it in. He pushed Naygee on the chair, pushing his legs back. I helped him hold them in place.
Melvin slowly inserted his dick, Naygee's mouth hanging open. Damn this was hot.
After he slowly inserted it, Melvin slow grinded, so Naygee's hole could get used to the beef.
Didn't make sense to open Wendy's drive-thru if the menu wasn't established.
Once Naygee's walls slid against the thickness of Melvin's rod, Melvin went to town, fucking the shit
outta him.
I let Naygee's legs go, straddling his hips. Just because he was taking dick didn't mean he couldn't suck on my pussy.
I held the couch, lowering my wet opening on those lips. He was moaning so loud I nearly went deaf.
"Damn, Son! Damn, shit, Niggah! Get it, Daddy! Gahdamn, this shit feels good!"
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ChickLitCover picture from Pinterest. Model isn't affiliated with story We were the same height. Five feet eleven inches. He took my bejeweled-with-flea-market-gold-hand and kissed it, making my panties wet and my nipples hard. "I'm Melvin. From the Bronx."...
