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Pass that shit!

"Need some help?" asked a deep, delicious voice. The voice alone reminded Alai of chocolate melting in her mouth so she just KNEW the man attached to it was FIONEEEEE. "Sure do!" she quipped, quickly handing over her heaviest bags. "I'm Salim", the voice said after chuckling. "Alai", she said as she gathered the last of her bags and turned around. Her next words were forgotten as she laid eyes on the god of a man attached to the voice. His medium brown skin glowed in the sunlight. Alai stared in silence as she took him in. Hooded grey eyes flecked with gold and green, thick brows, sandy curls falling softly over his face just right accented perfectly by the small diamond studs he had in each ear. The white Henley he wore hugged his muscular frame and the thin gold chain with a small cross hanging from his neck shined as it caught the sun's rays just right, and my gawwwwwd his scent, she just wanted to bury her face in his chest. She could see herself pushing him up against the wall and pulling his shirt over his head, shoving her tongue deep down his throat as that passionately made out, she moaned into his mouth as he stuck his hand up her linen shorts and lightly stroked his hand across the slick folds of her pussy her causing her clit to ache with want...

" So where we headed?" Salim asked. snapping Alai from her thoughts. "Damn its been waaaaay to long since I got some", Alai thought."2B", she mumbled eyes to the ground embarrassed by her behavior. " Cool, I'm in 3b right across the hall. Welcome to Jasmine Suites neighbor", Salim said flashing Alai a quick grin showing all 32 of his perfect teeth. The building had no elevator, so they lugged everything up the stairs to the second floor. Thighs burning Alai fumbled around with her keys for a few before stumbling through her doorway and dropping everything in the middle of the floor. Her furniture had arrived before her so after looking around for a few she plopped down on the still plastic covered couch and let out a deep sigh.

" Tough day?" Salim asked.

Alai had forgotten he was there. She looked over to the doorway where he had placed her bags just inside and now stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. " Yea, you know how movin can be," she replied. Just thinking about her hectic days stressed her out causing her to throw herself backwards into the couch cushions again.

Salim chuckles from the doorway..." So uh, you smoke? I got some good tree back at the crib. At the word smoke, Alai threw herself off the couch, "normally I don't smoke with stranger but, after the day I've had, show me the way kind sir," Alai said in her best English accent snatching the keys back off the counter and jamming them into her pocket.

Salim wasn't lying when he said he was right across the hall. Alai tipped through the door eager to see what this beautiful man's apartment looked like and boy was she disappointed. Salim's place was a studio and substantially smaller than her place and it had the set up and the vibe of your typical "plug's" house. The first thing she encountered was a tiny kitchen to the left of the entryway. In this shoebox of a kitchen were those icky white counters with matching cabinets, a dingy white fridge that was clearly on its last leg and an even dingier white stove, no flat top. The counters were bar style, so he had two black barstools across from the sink. He had cleeeeaarly painted these walls a deep red to set off his all-black furniture set. The living room was set up right behind the bar with black and gold flecked reflective photos of naked women surrounding the window on the wall. a 40in tv set up on a low tv stand and a small black circular rug covered what was probably some dingy carpet sat between the tv and the couch which was also black with deep red throw pillows. He had his game system on, and of course typical ass nigga had 2k on the screen. Ack Alai thought "what is it with these niggas and 2k?". The bedroom boom was set up directly behind his couch with of course a wall of Jordan shoeboxes. There was a silver clothing rack at the foot of his bed sagging under the weight of all his designer gear. His bed, a mattress with a deep sag in the middle sitting on a black metal bedframe the silk sheets, obviously a deep red, were sensually entwined with the thick black sherpa comforter. He had way more pillows that you would expect a man to have which led Alai to believe he probably had a girl. Still as she deeply inhaled his warm scent, she wondered what it would be like to experience him. No sooner did the thought enter her heard she felt him slide smoothly behind her. As he reached around her slim waist to grab the pack of Raw papers sitting on the bed her body tensed up and Salim must have sense it because instead of pulling his arm back he wrapped it around her and pulled Alai backwards settling her right up against his growing bulge. Salim kissed her neck and as his breath cool and steady blew past her ear a chill shot through Alai. Her nipples instantly hardened, and a light gasp escaped her lips. Salim, as if reading her thoughts, bends her over the bed while an almost angry passion overtakes him as he grabs all over her. Gripping her breast and squeezing her things pulling her by the hips back towards him rough ramming his now fully grown dick onto her butt over and over again. HE then pulls her up by her chin and attacks her mouth with wet, passionate kisses. it's as if he's been holding then is for weeks, months, yeaarrrrs yet, they had only just met. By this time Alai is whimpering, her body is begging for more and her clit is strumming in agreement. With her Juices still leaking down her leg she grabs his hand, pulls it around to her front and places it between her leg moaning when she feels him eagerly and aggressively clawing at her linen shorts for access to her love. Tired of fighting her shorts and her underwear Salim pushes her all the way down so that her nose is basically touching her knees growling softly he rips the shorts and underwear off her in one swipe and He sits his now throbbing dick on her ass so she can feel each and every beat. Salim smacks her ass with his dick a few times and whispers, something way too low for Alai to hear. He then pulls back and spreads her wide "tsk tsk tsk" she hears as he pulls back his hips preparing to ram all of him inside of her at one time. Alai whimpers in anticipation, legs shaking from a mixture of excitement and shivers from the cold temp in his apartment. Alai feels him getting closer and deepens the arch in her back...

Scrape, scrape scratcchh, the sound of Salim scrapping the now grinded down weed into the blunt snatches her from those alluring thoughts. This man lordt this man!, She was definitely going to have to charge her egg once she got home. " Girl, you gone fantasize about that dick so much its gone be a disappointment if you ever do get it," she thought to herself.

" I'm sorry!!!! I spaced out were you saying something?" she asked Salim.

He just chuckled, licking the final corner of the blunt closed. "Nah mami, you seemed pretty deep in thought, so I just thought I'd roll up."

"Yea, yea, yea Mr. free your mind, hurry up and spark that shit, let me see how on point your rollin is, you know that can make or break a friendship right." Slapping her knee as she chuckled at herself.

Glancing around the apartment again, she noticed that next to the jar of weed he had on the table there was also a jar of what looked to be candy, and some baddies with clumpy powder. " SOOO, you like a plug or sum?" she asked, unable to contain herself.

"Something like that, you shoppin?" he responds as he passes her a blunt the size of her middle finger.

" I might be," she says as she places the blunt to her lips while looking up at him seductively through her long lashes.

If it was one thing she knew, it was that she, was fine ee fuuuck! Had been all her life. Her flawless deep caramel complexion was currently perfectly complemented by her short silver hair styled in finger waves so beautiful the ocean should be jealous and her freshly arched eyebrows elegantly framed her beautiful almond shaped eyes and lushes long lashes. Her perfect teeth sat inside a firm pouty mouth that was adorned with the same glittering piercing as her elfin nose.

She normally only wore her piercings and one pair of heart shaped diamond stud earrings as she didn't' feel she needed to go all out every day, but today, her piercings were the only pieces of jewelry she had on. She wore a crop top that made her perky b cup tits sit just right and accentuated her toned arms which were covered in tats from wrist to shoulder. The high waisted linen shorts showed off her tiny waist while letting it be known that ya girl wasn't lacking in the ass department at all.

"Long as you got that gas, I'm always willing to spend a lil casssh"," might even give up a lil ass" she whispered. It usually didn't take much for her to get any nigga she wanted, and she wanted this nigga here...real bad.

Alai inhaled the blunt real deep and as the thick cloud of smoke slid deep into her lungs she leaned back, and as she released the smoke she instantly felt her body and muscles begin to relax. She could really get used to this. Plug next door. Scratch that, FINE ASS plug next door. Good gassiannaaaa. And good company too she began to realize as they chatted about nonsense. She lightly tapped the blunt and halfway listened to him talk about some girl named Sanaa, apparently she lived on this floor as well. She puffed the blunt again and felt herself going off on another one of her mental tangents when she heard her name being called.

"Alai..." Salim said for what may have been the 3 or 4th time.

"My bad, brain poot, what's up?" she asked, titling her head to the side as she gave him her undivided attention.

"Look ma I know you had a rough day and all, and I though about letting you slide cause you fine as hell, but Bruh if you don't pass that shit I know sum."

Alai laughs and passes him the blunt. " I gotta go anyway all this unpacking has got to get done immediately."

Salim chuckles that sexy ass chuckle of his and puts the blunt out. "Cool, I'll walk you back," he says walking towards the door. Salim holds the door open for her and then proceeds to follow her the 10 steps it takes to get to her door. Alai unlocks the door, steps in the house, and turns around leaning her upper body through the crack left in the doorway.

" Thanks for helping me out...and big thanks for the blunt I really needed that." Alai pretends to close the door and then quickly pops her head out. " So you think I'm fine as fuck hmm?" she says as she reaches out and quickly yet tenderly stokes just the tip of his dick through over his pants " cause I think you fine as fuck too." and then she swiftly closes the door.

She places her back against the door and slides down into a sitting position to hug her knees. She hears Salim chuckle and imagines him shaking his sexy ass head while walking away to his apartment.

The fact that he chuckled let her know all she needed to know...Getting this nigga was gone be cake. She just hoped he's worth the ride.