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LEVIN, SAMANTHA & AVERY

LEVIN

“Ahhh, fuck, Kiana.”

Kiana’s fine brown-skinned ass was on top of me, riding me sloppy right in the middle of my living room.

“Fuck. Just like that, girl. Just like that.”

My hands stayed on her hips, guiding her slowly up and down while them big-ass fake titties bounced in my face.

I caught one nipple in my mouth.

She hissed and grabbed the back of my head.

“Fuck, Levin.”

I released it and leaned my head against the couch.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck.”

“You like that, Daddy?”

She ground down harder.

I gripped her ass.

“Damn, I’m about to nut. Get up, Kiana.”

“Nooo.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Let me feel it.”

“Girl.”

I grabbed her waist and lifted her.

She tried to stay on it. I didn’t let her. Stood up with her still clinging, pulled out, and sat her ass on the couch.

“Open your mouth.”

She looked at me, breathing hard, then did it.

I stroked once, twice, and came on her tongue. In her mouth. Not in that pussy.

I never played that shooting-up-a-bitch shit when it came to fucking.

That’s how me and Cheryl ended up with Henry’s ass.

One slip seventeen years ago and I had a whole human being.

A whole human being who was actually supposed to be on his way to my house right fucking now.

I sat down and dropped my head back against the couch, catching my breath.

Kiana was fixing herself before reaching for her clothes on the floor.

“What the fuck happened to your hand?”