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it’s all good! I don’t know what kind of bitch you take me for!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Omar interrupted. “I don’t know who you think you talkin’ to, but you better find your memory and check your tone!”
    That said he got out the hot tub and went to the bathroom. Freshly showered and dressed Omar headed for the door passing a pissed off Tasha who was sitting on the couch.
“Where you goin'?” She asked irritated.
“Away from yo muthafuckin’ ass.” He spat grabbing his keys and slamming the front door.
    Tasha sat quietly and chewed her bottom lip in
    anger.
“Did he really jus’ walk outta here like that over that fake “ Meagan Good” lookin' ass bitch for real!? Hmmmm...It aint nothin' I'ma pop this x pill and get myself right tonight” She thought as she scrolled thru the contact list on her phone.
     Her acrylic nails landed on the number she was looking for and tapped the call button.
“Shit any nigga would do, a bitch jus’ need some attention...and maybe some dick.” She said out loud.
"Hello." a man answered.
"Hey sexy, this Tasha." She replied casually.
"Long time no hear from." He said irritated.
"Don't be like that baby...I gotta leave you to be missed."
"Yeah whateva...what you want?"
"You."
    The phone went silent as the voice pondered the answer.
"I want a little conversation and a whole lotta dick...can you help me out?" She asked bluntly.
    Remembering the way she sucked his dick upside down and squeezed his joint with just the right amount of pressure, made him stiffen instantly.
"I'll be home in an hour." He said defeated and
    hung up.Tasha poured a shot of vodka and swallowed an X- pill called the smurf berry and headed for her closet. Her girlfriend told her they were the shit, and she hoped she was right ‘cuz she needed to roll hard tonight.
    Mission accomplished. Fuck Omar...at least for now.

 
     
     
    Tasha
     
     
          Ace sat in his leather recliner enjoying the show and loving how the red light highlighted her body. With low eyes, he focused on Tasha’s ass as she swayed back and forth to the beat. She had the kind of body that demanded attention. Anything she wore couldn’t hide her gifts and Tasha never wore much. He’d been fucking with her for about a year now and she still excited and surprised him. Tasha peeled her fitted dress off like a banana, revealing her turquoise bra and matching G-string.
    She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra that held her cantaloupe sized breasts in place. She walked over to Ace and put her knees on the arms of the huge lazy boy. The width of the chair made her thighs spread leaving her pussy wide open floating over his abdomen. He took full advantage of the view as her titties grazed the top of his curly head. She reached between his legs and pressed down hard on his big dick. As Ace’s eyes rolled back into his head, he gave a soothed and refreshed ummm to his seducer.
 “Are you ready?” she asked coyly.
“Girl you know I’m always ready for some of you.”
    Tasha leaned backwards like she was doing a back bend and did a perfect flip landing with her knees on the ground and her face in Ace’s lap. She unzipped his jeans and fished for his dick, she had no trouble finding it ‘cuz he always went commando. Her hands embraced his stiff manhood and she took him into her mouth slow and hard. As his body began to tingle and fall victim to the tricks of her tongue he uttered, “Damn girl ya head game is on point.” Once Tasha was sure he was ready to explode, she stopped and stood in front of him. She bent down and removed her G-string, placing it over his head and letting it rest on his neck like a chain. The effect of the ecstasy she took was beginning to kick in making her temperature slightly elevated and her sexual desire hit its peak. With a swift hop, she was on Ace’s lap. Her right hand slid his tool into the opening of her tight and warm juice box. Tasha grabbed the G-string she’d placed around his