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left behind, and he said I might wanna take a quick trip to New York so we can go over a few things in person.”
    Pilar sat up straighter and a look of excitement flashed in her gray eyes. “So, are you gonna go? I think you should. I mean, you never know what kind of devastating information might be out there on her. You said this guy Dutchy is supposed to be good, right? Well, if he’s following Mink’s footprints then they’ll probably lead him straight to a garbage dump. I think you should go, Barron. I really think you should go.”
    A sexy look entered his eyes. “Ay, wassup? I thought you wanted to be with me all the time? You trying to get rid of me now, or what?”
    â€œOh, you know better than that,” Pilar joked, and then she leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder. She slid her hand up his thigh and let it fall on his crotch. Sighing softly, she massaged his dick until it started to rise. Inching his zipper down, she inserted her fingers through the front hole of his boxers and stroked his thickening shaft.
    Barron gripped her slim shoulders. He clenched his ass cheeks and thrust his pelvis toward her. He breathed deeply through his nose and slowly out of his mouth.
    â€œYo, roll the window up, Charlie,” he instructed his driver. The smoked panel of glass that separated the Rolls’ front seat from the rear compartment slid up noiselessly. And as soon as it did, Pilar went to work.
    With her cheek resting on Barron’s chest, she slid his monster out of his pants and held it in her hand like it was her favorite pet. It was big, black, and beautiful and it stood straight in the air. Pilar gently fisted it, then let her palm glide up and down its length, masturbating him like an expert while he moaned and fucked up at her.
    â€œAhhh, shit,” Barron muttered as he flung his head back and pumped his hips.
    As they sped down the highway with the sound of rushing traffic in their ears, Pilar stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of Barron’s dick. She loved the way he tasted. The way his balls smelled. She sucked a sweet glob of cum from the head and gathered it around in her mouth before swallowing it with joy.
    Barron reached for her breast and fingered her nipple into a pebble. He squeezed her firm flesh in his hand, and then palmed the back of her head and urged her to go lower, to take his dick and even his balls inside the warm wetness of her mouth.
    â€œBaby . . .” he whimpered as her head bobbed in his lap. “You sure know how to suck some good dick,” he praised her. Damn right, Pilar thought as she felt sparks shoot off deep inside her pussy. She grunted as her head jutted up and down and a trail of saliva dribbled from her bottom lip. “Yeah, you can suck some damn good dick!”
    Pilar was trying to suck that dick morning, noon, and night. Hell, once Barron put a ring on her finger she would slob on his knob multiple times a day if he wanted her to.
    Determined to get him hooked, she moved in double-time now. Pilar jacked and licked, then tightened her lips and blew that dick until her cheeks collapsed and she felt the head swell up in the back of her throat. And then she hummed on that baby like she was about to break out in a song.
    But Barron was the one who started singing as he banged up in her throat and his balls clenched and felt heavier than two giant stones.
    â€œOh, yeah!” he urged her into deeper, longer strokes as the wet fire in her mouth set a tornado swirling through his nuts and straight up in his bone. Pilar was giving up that wet-neck, and that shit felt so, so damn good. “Gimme that pussy,” Barron started chanting to the beat of his thrusts. “Gimme that . . . gimme that . . . gimme that good-ass neck pussy dammit!”
    Pilar let the head of his dick slip past the trapdoor in her throat, and then she clenched down on it like she was trying to swallow. The soft, hot pressure on his