haven’t even had a drink yet,” he said. He wanted her to enjoy herself. That was why he’d invited her. Watching
a lot of people freely having sex did strange things to all of the women he’d invited.
His guest had on her teddy and he still had on all of his clothes, including his sandals. His unbuttoned shirt exposed his
chest. Lexington rubbed his own nipples. At Trapeze, there was no such thing as over-or underdressed as long as the attire
was presentable for men and sexy for women.
She spat on his dick, then stroked his shaft. Her tightened fingers slid all the way down to his nuts, then she locked a firm
grip, trapping the blood inside his shaft, making his dick nice, long, and overstuffed like boudin sausage.
Her mouth opened wide. Her throat bobbed up and down over his head. She suctioned him in, massaged him with her tongue, then
eased him out of her mouth. Again she tightened her jaws around him, bobbing up and down his dick like he was chocolate melting
in her mouth.
“Baby, ease up before you make me fucking explode in your mouth,” Lexington said, nudging her forehead.
He picked up the chilled double shot of tequila, poured half of it on his dick, and the other half down her throat. Opening
her mouth wide, she sucked his dick faster. Immediately his dick got ten times cooler
and
hotter at the same time. His new discovery of tequila aiding in an awesome blow job was the shit!
“Fuck, baby. You ready for this third shot?” Lexington asked. He was so fucking ready to let go of the sperm dying to be released.
They knew not their own fate. His body would reproduce more sperms that would bring him ultimate ecstasy, hopefully again
tonight.
She shoved his dick deeper inside her mouth, stroking and sucking him, until his legs weakened, then trembled.
Shooting cum over her sexy mocha lips, Lexington whispered, “I love you.”
Lexington doubted it was the tequila warming his heart. It was his date. Lexington was down with, and for, Nikki ever since
they were high-school teenagers growing up in New Orleans—him at De La Salle and her down the street at Sacred Heart. Unlike
his wife, Donna, who’d graduated from Xavier Prep, Nikki, with all of her money and success, didn’t give a damn about what
people thought about her. After all the years they’d been together, Nikki was still willing to try something new just for
him. Nikki was the sole reason Lexington relocated his business from New Orleans to South Beach and bought an estate near
hers on The Island.
He didn’t want to live without sharing his life with his first and only true love.
CHAPTER 4
Nikki
M oney equaled power.
An established, successful woman was more powerful than her male counterparts, and she was entitled to the same privileges
as any man. Last night wasn’t about Nikki fulfilling Lexington’s fantasy of her sucking his dick at a sex club. Last night,
Nikki felt liberated, knowing she could have satisfied her sexual craving or fulfilled her fantasy with the man or men of
her choice. She chose Lexington. He did not choose her.
Last night, she could’ve been that exotic woman dancing on the pole, or the dominatrix woman slapping that man, or the woman
sitting at the bar getting her clit licked while sipping on a drink. Ironically, Lexington’s urgent desire to leave came at
the exact moment when a group of tall, sexy Puerto Rican men invaded the club, overshadowing all of the other dicks.
Women weren’t that different from men. New dick to a woman was just as thrilling as new pussy to a man. All of Nikki’s lips
puckered the second those succulent, edible, delicious Puerto Rican men ripped off their shirts, whipped out their dicks,
with conviction, and made her pussy drool.
“Let’s get out of here,” Lexington had said last night.
Nikki had glanced over her shoulder just in time to see some of the most impeccable, glistening asses she’d ever witnessed.
Oh, well.
Maybe next
a lot of people freely having sex did strange things to all of the women he’d invited.
His guest had on her teddy and he still had on all of his clothes, including his sandals. His unbuttoned shirt exposed his
chest. Lexington rubbed his own nipples. At Trapeze, there was no such thing as over-or underdressed as long as the attire
was presentable for men and sexy for women.
She spat on his dick, then stroked his shaft. Her tightened fingers slid all the way down to his nuts, then she locked a firm
grip, trapping the blood inside his shaft, making his dick nice, long, and overstuffed like boudin sausage.
Her mouth opened wide. Her throat bobbed up and down over his head. She suctioned him in, massaged him with her tongue, then
eased him out of her mouth. Again she tightened her jaws around him, bobbing up and down his dick like he was chocolate melting
in her mouth.
“Baby, ease up before you make me fucking explode in your mouth,” Lexington said, nudging her forehead.
He picked up the chilled double shot of tequila, poured half of it on his dick, and the other half down her throat. Opening
her mouth wide, she sucked his dick faster. Immediately his dick got ten times cooler
and
hotter at the same time. His new discovery of tequila aiding in an awesome blow job was the shit!
“Fuck, baby. You ready for this third shot?” Lexington asked. He was so fucking ready to let go of the sperm dying to be released.
They knew not their own fate. His body would reproduce more sperms that would bring him ultimate ecstasy, hopefully again
tonight.
She shoved his dick deeper inside her mouth, stroking and sucking him, until his legs weakened, then trembled.
Shooting cum over her sexy mocha lips, Lexington whispered, “I love you.”
Lexington doubted it was the tequila warming his heart. It was his date. Lexington was down with, and for, Nikki ever since
they were high-school teenagers growing up in New Orleans—him at De La Salle and her down the street at Sacred Heart. Unlike
his wife, Donna, who’d graduated from Xavier Prep, Nikki, with all of her money and success, didn’t give a damn about what
people thought about her. After all the years they’d been together, Nikki was still willing to try something new just for
him. Nikki was the sole reason Lexington relocated his business from New Orleans to South Beach and bought an estate near
hers on The Island.
He didn’t want to live without sharing his life with his first and only true love.
CHAPTER 4
Nikki
M oney equaled power.
An established, successful woman was more powerful than her male counterparts, and she was entitled to the same privileges
as any man. Last night wasn’t about Nikki fulfilling Lexington’s fantasy of her sucking his dick at a sex club. Last night,
Nikki felt liberated, knowing she could have satisfied her sexual craving or fulfilled her fantasy with the man or men of
her choice. She chose Lexington. He did not choose her.
Last night, she could’ve been that exotic woman dancing on the pole, or the dominatrix woman slapping that man, or the woman
sitting at the bar getting her clit licked while sipping on a drink. Ironically, Lexington’s urgent desire to leave came at
the exact moment when a group of tall, sexy Puerto Rican men invaded the club, overshadowing all of the other dicks.
Women weren’t that different from men. New dick to a woman was just as thrilling as new pussy to a man. All of Nikki’s lips
puckered the second those succulent, edible, delicious Puerto Rican men ripped off their shirts, whipped out their dicks,
with conviction, and made her pussy drool.
“Let’s get out of here,” Lexington had said last night.
Nikki had glanced over her shoulder just in time to see some of the most impeccable, glistening asses she’d ever witnessed.
Oh, well.
Maybe next
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