Candy laughed and took another monster-sized puff before finally letting Flash have his turn at the reefer. “My bad ... about the weed. But naw, it’s no sweat boo-boo. And for your information ... I would prefer that Tony not know about this visit. I’d like to think this is something we could keep between me and you.”
“Oh, most definitely.” Flash disposed of the tail, reached over to the night stand and returned with a cup, which he presented to Candy.
“You put somethin’ in this?”
“Hell yeah.”
Candy smirked and guzzled the strong combination of gin and orange juice she prepared earlier. Two more chugs like that and it was gone. “Anyway ... how you know I didn’t come here to discuss business with you?”
“Is that what it is?”
Candy flung the cup to the floor, tossed Flash back on the bed, and climbed on top of him. “Soon. For now ... it’s all pleasure.”
Her crotch meshed up against his, Flash commenced to rise from beneath, against the resistance of his underwear and track pants. Candy usually found herself more aggressive when under the influence, and boy was she ever loaded. This was their second blunt and she and Flash had already plowed through more than half the fifth of Tango.
Candy leaned down to position herself face to face with Flash, foreheads touching, lips brushing against his. “You gotta excuse me. I get extremely horny when I’m all high and drunk.”
“I feel you. I rarely have sober pussy ... or pussy sober. You know what I mean.” The two shared a laugh before engaging in a deep, wet liplock that saw Candy leading the way with an aggressive tongue. Meanwhile, Flash took delight in cupping the naked flesh of her round rear from underneath the shorts, where he found a thin G-string parting her cheeks.
Much to both their chagrin, Candy stopped to come up for air. But when she removed her top, Flash realized it was all for the best. In the process, she revealed a pair of perky breasts that while smaller than he normally liked, somehow fit perfectly on her damn near perfect frame.
“You ever been pussy whupped?”
Bitch what? Flash couldn’t believe she mustered up the nerve to ask such a question. But then again, he learned that nothing should come as a surprise when it concerned this bold and daring diva. “Can’t say that I have. And I damn sure ain’t been forewarned that I was bout to be whupped.” He couldn’t deny, though --- he was diggin’ this bitch somethin’ fierce.
“Well, you know what they say ... it’s a first time for everything.” With that, Candy let her head and hands travel the southern route, finding their way to Flash’s pants, which were quickly unbuckled, unfastened, and yanked off with his assistance. She was pleasantly surprised to see that his manhood had slithered its way out of the dickhole of his boxers, already at full attention and ready for a waxing. As if starved for cock, Candy clamped down on the stiff stick of flesh like a famished dog to a bone and commenced to bobbing and weaving, allowing her talented mouth to lead the way.
No stranger to the sex game, Flash had his knob polished on many occasions --- by crackhead whores in the alley and dime pieces in 3-star hotels alike. But just a couple seconds into this one and he could already tell it would be high on the list. Candy succeeded where many bitches before her failed, managing to fit nearly all 9 plus inches in her mouth without gagging, a feat she accomplished by coating his rod with plenty of saliva.
Now a few minutes in and Flash couldn’t help but wonder ... did I underestimate this bitch? It was a valid question considering that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He was on the verge of exploding, right there in her mouth. But ...
Candy stopped and looked up at Flash with her hand still wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, eyes low and fiery red, spittle on her lips. “Where you stand on eatin’ pussy?”
“What?” Never had Flash been thrown for so many loops in one sitting. Sure, he’d chewed the fat in the heat of the moment, but it wasn’t necessarily his favorite pastime. Still, all he could muster was, “I don’t object.” Not his smoothest line, but that didn’t matter. He was already in like the homeboy Flynn. Only thing could fuck this up was a premature eruption.
“I normally don’t take no for an answer,” Candy told him, “but you seem like someone who demand respect, so I figured I’d be nice this time.”
“How considerate of you.”
“I like to have my pussy sucked when I suck dick. It’s kinda my thing.” You might have thought Candy was being timed seeing how quickly she slid out of those shorts and tossed them to the far side of the bed. Slick with her shit, she left the panties on then squatted her puss over Flash’s face and positioned her mouth back on his throbbing cock. “It’s playing hide and seek. You gotta find it.” She gave the invitation and proceeded back to town.
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