“Some things don’t never change,” he said reaching across to take her hands and lift her from the couch. He led her down the short hall and into the bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and started to remove his kakis. She turned away, “No, Darnell, I can’t...I can’t...
He was naked, his c**k sticking straight out. “Look what I got for you,” he said.
She turned and drew in her breath. She’d forgotten how long it was, how black, how perfectly formed. She’d forgotten the scent and taste of it and how it felt sliding into her opening and along the walls of her v****a, and how when he was on top of her, it rubbed against her c**t with every stroke. Without being told, she removed her blouse, her skirt, and her shoes.
“Doggie or me on top?” he asked, standing in
