“What the fuck?” Jacob continued to chat amongst himself while watching the pornographic scene unfold before his eyes. A wave of envy washed over his soul as he observed his brother roll his eyes in ecstasy and lay his head back on the couch. Apparently Meka truly did have that fire ass head game because Ron was panting and moaning like he was experiencing heavenly euphoria on earth.
Lost in that zone, Meka served her man with the type of energy that made niggas lose their minds and literally melt in a girl’s hand — and possibly her mouth. She kept him on the edge of a creamy climax with diversified precision, switching back and forth between the tongue tickling deepthroat and gentle licks to the pulsating mushroom tip of his dick. THC, alcohol and adrenaline vigorously pumping through her veins; to the point where she forgot all about young Jacob. But then ...
“What you doin’ over there, Jacob?” She asked in the midst of coming up for fresh oxygen.
“Nothin’, Meka,” he replied, his voice obviously strained, his tone dripping with the anticipation of a thirsty vampire before he (or she) gnaws into a flavorsome juggler.
“I want you to come over here ... and take these shorts off ... and do some other thangs.”
Rather than answering the question directly, Jacob looked to his brother, who’d just lifted his head and made eye contact after hearing Meka make the request. After searching Ron’s eyes and receiving that double-nod, Jacob knew he’d obtained the official seal of approval. Extraordinary derriere in the air and the greenlight activated by all parties that mattered, at this point it was like: “What the fuck you waitin’ on?”
Diving into the moment head first, Jacob removed those hefty mental weights that had previously drowned him in hesitation and finally stalked forward. He scooted on his knees, driven by the rocking onion that was Meka’s spellbinding booty. Once behind her, mouth watering like a feral, famished mut who hadn’t fed in weeks, Jacob reached out, but cautiously. Under ordinary circumstances, Meka would slap spit out of any nigga who thought of laying hands on her body. But this wasn’t your typical scenario, and apparently he wasn’t your everyday nigga.
Heart thumping with such force he could hear and feel it in his ears, Jacob hooked the corners of her shorts with his thumbs, slowly tugging them off her smooth, caramel skin. The further they slid, the harder and longer he grew for they revealed more of her fascinating backside in the flesh. Those extravagant cheeks were parted by an intriguing crease that to Jacob, looked like a sex slot specially made for sticking, and gave way to the most beautiful spread he’d ever seen. He wasn’t sure if she purposely winked her puckering asshole at him, but he was certain of the juice gushing from the folds of her pussy. Jacob took a moment to visually marvel, stunned silent, tongue tied at the sight of the glistening plum that looked as if it contained more flavor than the luscious drupe fruit itself.
“You gon’ stay back there and stare, or you gon’ do somethin’ to make me feel good?”
Wow! Never had he been challenged with such bluntness, so boldly. If this was a dream or another figment of his twisted imagination, Jacob damn sure wouldn’t ruin it by pinching himself. So with no further ado or hesitation, he decided to cancel out those nerves, cast away the lingering doubt and get fully involved.
Damn! So how did we get here? I mean, here here. From a monogamous relationship to both brothers at once ... SMH. Well, guess you can get caught up by checking out Hot in Here: The Remix.
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