Bryson's Girls | Sequel |

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First off, y'all nasty. I've never written a sex scene before, and y'all making these outrageous ass requests. Click off of this book, and go find yourself 💕

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Kejuan

I sat up the different easels and canvases infront of the couch.

Class didn't start yet, but my models were already prepared, dressed in only their white satin robes.

"Kejuan, the class voted you in" Fallon stated.

"Now why would I want to sit on a couch with a bunch of naked women for people to draw?"

"That's everybody's dream" She started to peel my shirt up.

"Imma catch a fuckin' attitude when they draw my dick all weird and shit"

I sat down on the couch. "A fully clothed man with naked girls"

Fallon pushed Odessa in my direction.

"Dess has you"

I grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her down onto me.

"Hey Swan"

"Wassup, Dessa?"

She unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out.

"Gone bust a quick one then"

She put both of her hands on my shoulders, and slid down onto me.

She buried her face in the crook of my neck. "Something I could never get used to"

"So how you finna feel if I take over?" I grabbed hold of her waist, and pulled her all the way down onto me.

Her body jerked involuntary, and I heard the door swing open.

I lifted her all the way off of me, and sat her down. "Class is in session"

"I'm late" Faedra announced, and sat down on the arm of the couch.

Fallon walked infront of me, and around the couch. Her arms wrapped loosely around my neck, and she leaned in to bite my ear.

I pulled Odessa back on my lap, and covered her pussy with my hand.

"This is a reproductive organ free zone" I rubbed on her clit.

Odessa fought back a moan, and I smiled.

"I wish they would hurry up and take the picture so that we can leave" Fallon spoke with annoyance in her voice.

We won't ready to sit in the same position for hours, so we did our lil pose, took a photo, and had it blown up life size in the other room.

"Shit, who you tellin'?" I laughed.

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"Okay. . .okay, damn. Throw it back then" My back slammed against the wall.

I had left my art studio to go to my other business.

Massage therapy.

Truth was, I didn't even know the girl name, and it wasn't even our first time together.

"I ain't good with names" I pushed her back into the desk, gaining control again.

I grabbed hold of her hair, and held her down on the desk.

"Audria" She moaned.

"I was just playin'. I knew the whole time" I lied, watching her ass jiggle as I slammed my pelvis against it.

She turned and glared at me. "Sure"

"You just love to talk back, don't you?" I started to slow down with my strokes.

"You d-oh shit" She moaned.

"I what?" I said, pulling damn near all the way out.

I slid back in, and felt my dick rubbing against the spot that always made them beg for more.

Her legs gave out, and she tightened around me.

Her pussy was glistening, and she whimpered. "I'm not used to slow sex"

"What were you gonna say?" I pulled out.

"I was saying that you don't know the half of it. This is only the beginning"

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I'm trying to find ways to differentiate Swan from Bryson, and I don't have any ideas. What do y'all think?