“You alright?” I placed a hand on her thigh, letting it rest there, seeing how she would react.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I feel kinda weird.”
“You’ll be alright. Give it a few minutes and you’ll feel just fine.”
“Okay.”
“Lemme give you a massage. Might make you feel better.”
Damn. Hope I
didn’t fuck up. Shit, I never tried courting another girl so I wasn’t
sure. Didn’t know if that was coming on too strong or what. Krystal’s
expression showed uncertainty yet she slid underneath me on the floor.
I spread my legs apart and placed one on either side, gently trapping
her ass up. “Alright.” I cracked my knuckles like a professional and
wiped the gathering perspiration away. I twirked my fingers slowly over
her shoulders ... instant magic. Krystal cried moans of pleasure as I
worked the kinks from her stiff neck.
Darius and Devin’s heated
discussion on Detroit’s economy came to a close once noticing us.
Krystal was totally into my physical therapy, leaning her head back into
my pussy. Yeah, right there baby. I longed for her to turn around and slide me from my pajamas, dip her tongue right in my snatch.
“Yeah yeah,” I heard Darius mumble. He and Devin gave each other dap,
smiles wider than Kwame Kilpatrick. I peeped my mans staring in between
Krystal’s legs, way enthused at the sight of her red Santa panties.
Didn’t bother me one bit. I had plans of getting her to show much much
more.
The men cranked the conversation back up, patiently waiting I guess. One
thing about the XO’s ... that shit’ll have the shyest square talkin’ up
some shit. I’m talkin’ straight confession session, deep dark secrets
spilled over the canvas. Had to give much credit to dem niggas, though.
They played it cool as hell, like they wasn’t so anxious to get up in
these tight twats. Shit, just caressing Krystal’s shoulders and back had
my pussy on flood. I couldn’t wait!
“Turn some music on, bay. Ain’t tryna hear ya’ll gossip all day.”
“I’m tellin’ you,” Krystal joined in. Appeared as if I loosened her up rather swell.
“Shut up girl,” my man snapped back. He gathered his calculations, stood
and staggered over to the radio. His impaired hand tuned the dial to
our preferred station, W74.11 ... fuck JLB, these DJ’s keep it gangsta
with the explicitly hot shit.
The East Side Chedda Boyz bumped through our 10 inch in-house speakers. Had heads bobbin’ at the tune of mad bass. Damn, I was so into the music
that I eased up off the massage before stopping completely. Krystal
didn’t seem to mind though. All of a sudden she stood up, teasing me
with all that ripe booty, which literally inhaled her undies, before
finally pulling the skirt down. Ladies with ass know what I’m talking bout. Sit
down, stand up, and ya panties all twisted up in ya booty and shit. Can
literally be a pain in the ass, but now I totally fuckin' get it. It's
SO damn sexy to watch.
Excellent! Sounds like Kai and the gang have this one in hand. Seems the only thing left to do is to officially add this horny holiday tale to your randy reading collection. It's Cink Keeper approved.
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