Creepin' Payback Is a Bitch the Heat of the Night vamped balancing the Scales avenging Angels

Cherry Hill, New Jersey "Oh, Douglass...get it,baby." "You know I'ma wear it outjust open your legs a little wider." "Save some for me, too, lover." "I've got enough for both of y'all." The long, toffeehued, brunette beauty leaned back on her elbows with her lids halfclosed as he carefully sprinkled another line of cocaine on her inner thigh and then dragged his nose the length of it to her crotch, licking up any tiny particles he'd missed. He powdered her bud as she opened her legs wider for him, and then numbed his tongue and lips suckling it off. Her deep moan brought the blonde away from his shaft, the loss of warm, wet mouthcontact made him thrust against air while he watched her dust the brunette's dark nipples with the expensive white powder. Visual ecstasy claimed him as her small pink tongue laved at the sugared teats, causing the woman beneath him to writhe and buck as his tongue plunged into her swollen pussy. Blonde hair mingled with brunette hair as the blonde slid her body above her prone friend's. An agonized expression captured her face as she offered her tight pink nipples to her girlfriend, her finger working against her slippery slit. "Just suck them," she murmured to the woman beneath her. "This shit has me so horny, I can't stand it." He watched the brunette struggle to lift her shoulders so she could lap at the doubleD sized silicon breasts swaying in her face. The blonde arched and moaned as her friend flicked the pad of her thumb against one nipple and drew the other into her mouth, then finally pushed both creamy breasts together so that she could suckle the sensitive tips at the same time. The brunette's hips bucked against the attention his tongue was giving her clit. Pussy and ass were in his face, his hand furiously stroking against the cockache both women produced. Need finally forced him to his knees to plunge into pink, hairless blonde pussy from behind for a few strokes, and then hot, bushy, toffeehued pussy in the next. Withdrawal and reentry was driving him crazy. The coke had thoroughly buzzed him, keeping his dick so hard that tears were in his eyes. It didn't get any better than this...the bitches were moaning, begging for him not to pull it out, snorting hits while humping each other beneath him while he fucked them both. Damnthis was living! But he was so close to the edge, he couldn't pull out again. he'd slipped out of the brunette's tight snatch, the need to cum making his balls contract, and the blonde had dropped down low to grind her bud against her friend's. Blonde ass was the target, whatever orifice was open would do. Female tongues were in a wicked dance, fingers working in and out of each others drenched vessels in jerky nearorgasm motions. The blonde's legs were wide open, her rectum supple, ready, tight. The thrust made him holler; the explosion in his groin put lights behind his closed lids. His deep guttural wail fused with the cries from the two women beneath him. He pulled out hard, splattering the blonde's ass with seed, and then collapsed. Who needed an uptight wife when the perks of being a sports management mogul offered all of this? He loved cheerleader wannabes!Mainline, PhiladelphiaRadnor...Sidney ColeburnWest remained as still as stone within the darkened living room of her expansive Radnor home. An eerie half moon bathed the large bay windows of the Tudor in a wash of luminescent bluewhite hue. The exterior floodlights had been turned off per her contact's instructions. No porch light. The house sat idle, dark and vulnerablelike her. Now she'd wished she'd agreed to meet somewhere other than her home. She could hear the large, antique grandfather clock in the open, cathedral foyer ticking its warninJackson, Monica is the author of 'Creepin' Payback Is a Bitch the Heat of the Night vamped balancing the Scales avenging Angels', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373830602 and ISBN 0373830602.