“Ooohhh, you are so wrong,” Kati said as she sat beside Wil on the sofa.
“Seriously, man,” Wil carried on, “if it ever came down to me and a bag of hot Cheetos, I might be screwed. Get pushed in front of a car or something.”
“Call me selfish all you want,” Kati explained, “but you born in this world alone and die alone, so you gotta look out for you. There is no heaven or hell for couples.”
“Self preservation, huh,” said Darren, who sat in a chair perpendicular to the couple. “I guess that's one way to look at it.”
“That's the only way to look at it,” Kati stated proudly.
Free flowing convo made a half hour fly by quickly. The guys spent most of that time playfully ridiculing Kati for her quirky ways, which everyone, including her, seemed to get a kick out of.
“God damn,” Darren laughed heartily. “Y'all got me rolling over here. I think I need a refill. How bout you guys? Want another beer Wil?”
Wil looked down to see that the beer on the coffee table in front of him was just shy of half full. “No, I think I'm good. Thanks.”
“Kati? Another Fireball?”
“No, thank you. Too many shots and I'll be shacking up in the guest room for the night.”
“Cool. I'll be right back.” Darren grabbed his two empty beer bottles and disappeared into the kitchen.
“Forward down the field. These Super Bowl champs do not yield.” Darren sung his own version of the Detroit Lions fight song as he placed the empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter. A set of footsteps broke him out of the trance and led him to turn around.
“Change your mind?” he asked.
“Nope,” Kati replied, approaching with a burning conviction in her eyes. “I couldn't wait for some of this.” She brazenly grabbed a steadfast hold of his equipment, familiar enough with the layout to grip the penis and testicles in one go.
“Oh shit,” Darren gasped, heart racing with excitement. He couldn't believe how bold Kati was with her man literally posted up in the next room. But after a second thought, he came to realize that nothing about this audacious diva should come as a surprise.
“Mmm hmmm.” Kati licked her lips and applied a light squeeze. “I've been thinking about this dick since the party.”
“It's been what … three days?” Darren said and reciprocated by squeezing her butt cheeks in both of his big, strong hands.
“Shouldn't put it on me so good then.”
“I can't help it. I just do what I do.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmm hmmm.”
The two engaged in a heated kiss with enough fire to replace the furnace in this humble urban home. Darren palmed Kati's wide, full buttocks the deeper she twirled her tongue in his mouth. Her skintight jeans were a blessing and a curse. That shapely bubble cupped right in his palms, but restricting what he truly desired ... full access to roam up and down her sweet ivory cheeks. Pry them open and go thumbing around inside.
Then as if their perverted minds were intertwined, Kati broke out, “I wish you could take my pants off and do that.”
Darren laughed. “I was thinking that same shit. Don't worry. We gon' handle all that.” He moved in lower to nibble on her neck, drawing a cute little giggle from her lips.
Kati pulled back and looked Darren in his enchanting brown eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Fa sho. Let's do it.”
Kati and Darren returned up front all smiles. Her hand in his like they were the mated duo of this trio. Darren reclaimed his spot in the chair. Kati promptly took a seat in his lap. She crossed one leg over the other and wrapped her arms around his neck. The two suddenly sparked a conversation, carrying on like Wil wasn't even in the room. Until he made his presence known by clearing his throat.
“Ohh, hey Itty,” Kati finally acknowledged. “I forgot all about you. I got so caught up sitting on Darren's dick. It's HUGE. Hey, you wanna know why I call him Itty?”
“I was kinda curious,” Darren replied, thoroughly amused.
“Kati, don't,” Wil pleaded.
Kati looked Wil dead in the eye and revealed, “It's because he got this teeny tiny little penis. Guess it's more like a wee wee.” She used her thumb and index finger to illustrate. “But … but, I will say, it's cute so I just call him Itty …. “short” for itty bitty.”
Wil lowered his head and covered his eyes with a hand, utterly embarrassed.
“You wanna see what a real dick look like, Itty?”
Silence.
“He was talking up a storm when the joke was on me. Now the tables turn he wanna be all quiet.” Kati turned to Darren. “See how he do me?”
“Cold-blooded baby,” Darren returned.
“Mmm, I love when you call me baby.”
“I know you do.”
The two locked in another sloppy wet kiss. This time, however, Kati used a free hand to rescue Darren's anaconda from his sweats. She could barely make a fist around the quilted shaft. “See that?” She commanded Wil's attention. “Not even hard and it's like ten times bigger than yours. I can't even fit it all in my mouth.”
"Love to see you try, though," Darren challenged.
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