CHAPTER SIX
All that could be heard was their heavy breathing as they both were intertwined in the arms of lust. Her micro braids were sprawled on the sheets and her eyes where nothing more than white slits. Her thin red lips were parted and her forehead was beaded with sweat. She clawed at his back with her red acrylic manicured nails drawing a soft growl from his thick lips as his hips moved in a circular motion, hitting that spot that could have her gushing like Old Faithful. The back of his neck as well as his back was shiny from his perspiration. He was digging her out and licking up her throat with his warm, wet tongue. She was a little salty from her sweating but he didn’t mind because her p***y was sweet, sweeter than a Hershey’s kiss and he couldn’t get enough of it. Damn, it was
