WHO PLAYED WHO

I told Brenda to get like Te'a Cooper and order something more luxurious from www.hollywoodluxuryhair.com. I handed her my credit card cause I literally pulled a chunk of her hair out a few nights ago while I was blazing her in the saddle thinking I was a buffalo soldier or something breaking in a beautiful wild black stallion whose attention I had caught several months ago at the supermarket. Her package arrived yesterday, friday and She went to the beauty salon early Saturday morning to get her hair fitted, and her nails done up all shiny and sparkly for our night out of dancing at the club. It was perfect timing, as she had made an appointment two weeks ago to put in some braids but then Neil happened 🤭. She was happy, acting all kinds of wonderful cause she also purchased a hoochie mama outfit (compliments of yours truly) and was looking like a motherfucking baddie as if she belonged in the city girls "Act Bad" music video. Got myself a certified hip hop video girl, a real vixen at that. Damn tho, she's looking finer than a motherfucker. Sorry but I had to get a quickie before we skirted out for the night, so I bent her over my expensive mocha brown leather couch and she reached underneath between her warm thighs, tugging on my Super Mario Brothers jumbo power-up mushroom head. "That's the biggest cock head I've ever seen and had." Shiiiid! Girl stop playing and put that thang inside your posh pink candy sweetness with yo never having no panties on freaky deaky ass self. She rubbed me between her moist silky smooth suction cup lips then slid me in all the way inside her up into her belly. She pulled my left hand and placed it under and her over her belly button, "anymore further and you'd be in my chest," she said. " Do me a favor and stay right here for me, please baby. I was posted up the top, the place where when I tap or grind against makes her entire body tremble and her eyes become opened wide and the veins in her forehead and temple pop up, raised, becoming vascular. Her beautiful veins opening wide, filling with blood rich in oxygen and nitrite oxide feeding her neurons just before they fire to release pleasure chemicals. I replied to her sensing her excitement, as you wish my Queen. Within five minutes we both climaxed at the same time. She wanted it just a bad as I did cause she was all too willing and eager to toote that thang high up in the air for me. I didn't have time to caress, kiss, lick, and suck all on her bountiful supple breasts, which was disappointing because her big perky dark brown nipples always secrete a subtle tasty liquor. I absolutely watching them bounce up and down, swaying left to right or right to left and in circular motions. I love looking into her brown eyes as they open wide, wild with excitement as she shrieks with unadulterated joy as I stroke my cock bussing my hot creamy load all over her pretty titties, while she holds them up. She rubs it all over coating herself beautifully the tasting it. "My stars, that's a lot of sweet tasting goodness." She knows and appreciates the fact that I absolutely love loving on them, they're so fucking gorgeous, they're the best.  
Afterwards I grabbed a couple of warm wet washcloths and wiped her down first, then she returned the favor.  
 
Anyways, I thought we were good when we left my crib and went to the club. Soon as we got inside, she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. She backed that thang up on me and started twerking, my head was gone cause that thang was thanging and I was holding on for dear life. "Shake That Monkey" is her Jawn and she gets wild and free whenever her favorite song comes on. I love it when she whips her hair and cuts her eyes bending over with her hands on her knees as she looks back at me perching her lips and start twerking. She's incredible and I thoroughly enjoy watching her beautiful dark chocolatey skin and pretty Hollywood Luxury Hair sweated out. That's some good ass hair I said to her cause I was grabbing it like a harness and it held like a champ. It's really surreal just how gorgeous she is tho, like what the fuck kind of gene mixing did that. Was it all mom's with a tad bit sprinkling of her dad. Whatever did that shit and bought her fine ass my way, thank you. My head got blown regularly when I was around her, beside her, on her, underneath her or parallel clinched. I loved the way she looked, dressed, spoke, walked, talked and her scent was absolutely exquisitely aromatic. Staring into her light brown eyes was an intensely mesmerizing experience, they sparkled happiness and warmth. Licking, kissing, biting softly and sucking on her neck while eyeing and listening to her purr, surrendering to me handling her with unbridled passions was one of my great joys during our intimate moments. Her lips, full and soft, cocoa brown colored. Her mouth and tongue sweet and wet. She has such a wonderful, fun and playful personality. Brenda loves showing and shaking that fat ass of hers every chance she gets, and why shouldn't she; it's beautiful, it's hers and a proud reminder of her black womanhood. Allot of women have died on operating room tables trying to get an ass like hers, and it's all natural with some gym time to maintain and keep it shitting high and tight. whether she's wearing waist hugger jeans, pum pum shorts, summer dresses, tight mini and long dresses, catsuits, rompers and yoga pants, she pokes it out without thought. That shit is cray cray, especially the panoramic doggystyle view. I was so engulfed in her person, my hands grabbing her hips trying not fall backwards, sweating cause her fine ass was working the fuck out of me on the dance-floor. The heat rising inside me had my dome buzzing and didn't even notice when she pulled an audible and leisurely handed me off to some other female. I was thinking yes, double coverage, menage a trios perhaps, waiting for her to grab me from behind sandwiching me up like a chocolatey Oreo cookie. I was really falling for her incredibly amazing self and she played me.  
My sweet and wonderful Chi-Town goddess of Trinidadian descend skedaddled and left me to fend for myself.                     
 
I didn't want to look stupid so I played along. I felt like an NFL running back, was I to believe she was my quarterback running the show. I mean Nichelle was a baddie tho, just like Ms. QB. Beautiful and solid as they come, a tall down to earth down south red bone whose lifetime in the hot scorching southern heat had not darkened her sweet unblemished skin, wearing micro braids and sporting slanted eyes she was a pleasant and welcoming surprise. Thick, curvaceous and heavy from the waist down, pound for pound she had cake like no one else, except maybe, for Ms. QB. inside I was screaming, you lucky motherfucker, the smirked smile on my face was priceless.  She even let me dive and bust my way into her end zone where I celebrated by doing back flips, cartwheels, jumped up into her stands and spiked the ball a few times after that first meeting. I mean we went on a few dates but nothing really developed relationship wise. I actually wish it had cause ol' girl was a gem, and had mad potential. A little shy and quiet, but I knew if she would allow me to peel back her timid exterior and reveal all the moist juicy meaty morsels, filled with richness that was well contained within her I would have come to only one conclusion, but she acted afraid to let me in and we drifted apart.  
As for Ms. Quarterback, we never communicated or saw each other again after that night for a minute. Strange as to why we never spoke or linked up. Several years later I saw her and her step kids at a parade. She had gotten married and was living her dream, I wasn't even mad, how could I be. All I want is for people to be happy.                                
                                
Shiiiid! Nice hand-off tho, at least I didn't fumble the pigskin and got two touchdowns with extra points. But I got to thinking, hmm 🤔 was I supposed to be their doorknob. I guess so, cuz girls is players too.