You feel me?”
I got off Big Rascal, his cock slurping out of my cunt. I’m an Afrosexual. I’ve been thinking about it, trying to figure out if we should be official and committed. We spoke the next time I saw him. He remembered me. “Good,” Killa D scooped me up and took me to his bed, giving me some killer dick. My oldest sister married a black man. They could use the money to bury Hoover, maybe fix up the park if need be, get new vehicles, whatever they wanted. Some of the black jocks lured me in there, by flashing me a cock. I needed to get away, to think about things. “Reymond?”
“Hey, Bea.”
My mouth dropped, I gave him a hug. We couldn’t; too sore and tired from the previous night. When our steamy kiss ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the lips. I’ll be in your tent,” I said, scratching his dog’s head when I walked by. Recognize it?”
I took the card, reading the name. I laughed and kissed him. Stepping out of his pants, his cock as big as ever, I guided him his back on the bed.
