Trick

by Shae Sanders

“Can’t look at me?” “Look, I’m trying to be a gentleman. I’m doing the best I can. Don’t clown me.”

“Mm. I have a question, ma cherie.” “Yes?” “Can I taste it?”

Pussy this good forces you to manage your expectations. And humble yourself.

I stared at her as I fucked her, taking note of her faces, her sounds, her smell, the way her hands gripped the edge of the counter. She was taking my dick like a good girl is supposed to.

“Nah, I can’t let you do that. We’re still on a date. I have to feed you more than dick.”

“Are yall watching a movie?” “No, bitch, we’re having sex! I’m sitting on his dick right now, okay? Can I go now?”

“You like that?” he asked, but it was rhetorical. My pussy was purring and creaming and hugging his dick. He had to know the answer to that. Still, I moaned, “yeah,” because I knew he wanted to hear it and he punctuated my answer with a long, deep, rumbling groan.

knew it was reckless but every now and then, a dick crosses your path and makes you do things you would never do otherwise. I would have never guessed Denard would be the one. He tricked me. And I was glad.