“Hell yeah.” I lifted her up. “Let me tell that pussy how good she look wearing my ring.” Monroe giggled as she wrapped her legs around my neck and used her ringed hand to push my head into her center. “Man, y’all nasty. I’ll see y’all in about an hour.” Meechie hung up the phone and Monroe let it drop on a nearby table. “Heal me with yo’ mouth, future husband.” “Say less, Chocolate,” I mumbled before latching on to her pretty swollen clit.
