Naygee went up in Melvin without all the slow stuff and Melvin's body cringed from the pain.
Naygee was more Gangsta with it,
grabbing that ass and plowing him like he was planting watermelon seeds.
We were tangled in our three way fuck, and I didn't want it to end.
Melvin and Naygee forgot about me and Melvin pulled out, while keeping Naygee deep inside him and they fucked all over my living room.
Naygee had some skills. He made Melvin come without touching
himself.
I wiped up Melvin's come, lubing my fingers. I then lay in front of Melvin's lips and coated my pussy like Pepto Bismol.
Melvin munched the cooch, ordering a side Caesar salad from my clit. I couldn't stand it.
Naygee had to come. His sweaty body jerked, and he pulled out, snatching off the condom like a porn star.
He stood on the couch and come dripped all over me and Melvin and we were wiping it up, sucking it off
each other's fingers and faces.
I loved the way Naygee made it rain and cleared this pussy out.
I looked over the mountain for the rainbow and got nothing but Melvin's tongue, back inside me, searching for the lost gold and finding the Leprechaun and he was one mad motherfucker because he asked "Where's me Gold?"
And I answered the instant my pussy locked up and exploded all over Melvin's thick fingers, falling into a
deep sleep.
The Golden Mask on top of my titties.
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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."...
