Now, between you and me, what I like about fucking Garrett is, I don’t have to pretend that the dick is good. It is good. No scratch that, this nigga’s dick is the closest thing to heaven. It’s fucking D-I-V-I-N-E. Anytime he comes through and serves me, it’s always on point and I’m guaranteed a fantabulous fuck session. Lord knows I can’t stand a lazy-dick man. And there’s nothing worse than a can’t-heat-the-pussy-up-right-clumsy-fuck nigga, poking and stabbing at nothing. Ugh! What a bore, and a damn waste! And trust me, I have had my share of men who can’t fuck the pussy, can’t eat the pussy, and can’t make the pussy do what it do. That shit burns me the hell up. Those are the ones who never get invited back between my legs. So this is probably one of the reasons I keep Garrett around. Okay, besides the fact that he’s also extremely fine.

He grunts and lifts up on his hands in push-up position as he pounds in and out of me, beating my pussy like it stole something from him. “Aaah, shit, this pussy’s good,” he says, bringing me back to the reason why I’m lying on my back with my legs wrapped around his body.

A slight smile spreads across my face as I watch Garrett toss back his head, closing his eyes and biting down on his bottom lip. Sweat drips from his face, rolls down the center of his chest, and drips down on me. I reach up and roll his nipples between my fingers, then lightly pinch them. My pussy sloshes a bucket of sweet, creamy cum all over his dick.

“Oh, fuck. Damn, baby,” he moans.

“You like this pussy?” I ask, pulling him into me by the back of his neck, then slipping my tongue deep into his mouth. We kiss for about twenty tongue-probing seconds before he pulls back for air, trying to steady his balance. Without much effort, I clench and unclench my pussy, gripping and releasing his dick, causing a popping sound every time he rams it in and out of me.