“What chu waiting for? Gone and saddle ‘em up,” he spoke of his d**k. His s**t was as hard as niggaz on a level four prison yard. Constance pulled open the dresser drawer, dipped her hand inside and came back up with a condom. She tore the golden foil wrapper open with her teeth and freed the lubricated latex from its confinement. She then placed the condom on the tip of his pole and rolled it down with both hands until she reached the stubble on his mound. Before climbing on top of him, she took a good look at his joint tilting her head to the side. His d**k resembled one of those long rolls of salami hanging up inside of the refrigerator at a deli. She squatted over it and eased herself down onto it, until they became one.
Constance brow furrowed and she clenched her jaws. She could fee
