different chick on your arm every week."
"Yeah, I was wildin' out back then." Quan chuckled at the thought. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my shorty to death, but a nigga still be doing his thing."
"Q, you mean to tell me you still cheatin' on that girl?"
"You try being a man for a day and tell me how well you do. It's hard being faithful these days. Y'all chicks be hurting a nigga wearing these little bitty-ass shorts and shit," he stressed it by smacking her on the thigh.
"Oww boy, stop! It's gon' cost you a g to touch me like that, and please believe me when I say I take my money up front."
"Oh word, it's like that?"
"You already know, but anyway I don't care what you say.
You still wrong for doing that girl like that." Sherry shook her head knowing good and well she could care less how Quan treated Mo.
"But anyway, while you all up in my business, what's up wit you and yo' baby daddy?"
"What you mean what's up? You already know." She blushed.
"I know you still fuckin' wit that nigga."
"I got love for Vershawn, I do, but I need somebody that's gon' be able to help me. It's been hard as hell tryin' to survive since he got locked up. I can't continue to live like this. I got a daughter to take care of."
"I feel you. How he doing?"
"He's good. We go and visit him every month. That boy done read almost every book in the library," Sherry joked, but Quan hadn't heard a word she'd said. He was too busy eyeing her silky legs.
"You know you got some pretty-ass legs, girl. Has anybody ever told you that?" Quan scooted closer.
"No." She giggled.
"Damn, these muthafuckas soft," he whispered, gliding his hand up and down her calf.
"You better stop before we fuck around and do something we ain't got no business doing."
"I can't stop. I'm already addicted." Quan gently kissed her lips.
Caught off guard by his forwardness, Sherry sat still. She didn't know what to do. For years she'd dreamed of this moment, and now it was finally coming true. Sure she had fucked plenty of niggas in her day, but Quan was different. Not only was he fine as hell, but he was real aggressive and forward with his actions. That shit turned her the fuck on.
At that moment, she didn't care that he was eight years older than she was or that he had a woman at home. Sherry wasn't about to pass up her opportunity to fuck him. Quan didn't give her any time to think about it anyway. His hands were already on her thighs. Slowly he kissed all the way up her leg to her inner thigh. Sherry was in heaven.
"Take off your clothes," he demanded.
Not a word was uttered as she peeled off her clothes and pulled down her panties. Standing in between her legs, Quan ordered that she take off his clothes, as well. Sherry did exactly what she was told. She loved being controlled.
"Grab that rubber out my pocket." Once she had it in hand, Sherry gazed up into Quan's eyes, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.
"Put it on," he ordered.
This time, instead of doing what she was told, Sherry opted to take him into her mouth unprotected. The warm sensation of her lips wrapped around his dick had Quan's eyes rolling in the back of his head in a matter of seconds. The only thing he could do was hold onto the back of her head and pull her hair. After a minute, he started fuckin' her mouth like it was her pussy.
Quan felt a rush of nut build up in the tip of his dick, and decided to pull out. But Sherry pulled him back into her mouth. She wasn't done tasting him. Quan knew then that Sherry was a catcher, which meant she was a winner in his eyes. Any chick that swallowed was a keeper in his book, so he did exactly what she wanted him to do and came in her mouth. Cum was all over her lips and jaw. Quan would have never disrespected Mo and burst in her face like that.
"Bend over," he told her with a lustful gleam in his eyes.
Doing what she was told, Sherry stood up, turned around, bent over and parted her legs. An hour later, both she and Quan were spent. Out
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