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soaked his dick in her mouth and then gave him a slippery hand job that made his young ass start speaking in tongues. Then she climbed on top of him and rode him half to death, slamming her bomb body down on him hard enough to crack his raging nut.
    But instead of letting him cum, Monique jumped off the boy and stretched out next to him. She ran her wet tongue around the lobe of his ear while her fingers twirled his erect nipples and she threw her ham-hock thigh over his groin.
    “I need you to do something for me, B,” she whispered hotly in his ear. “You take care of me, and I’ll keep on taking real good care of you too.”
    As hard as the boy’s dick was there was no way in hell he could resist. He was totally whipped by Monique’s scent and her sexy skills, and he would have agreed to murk his own mama if it meant he could slide his throbbing dick back inside her wetness just one more time.
    Monique giggled as he turned into a soft puddle of pudding in her hands. She whispered her request in his ear, and told him how happy it would make her if he would handle this one little favor for her.
    Bilal groaned and quickly agreed, and when Monique climbed back on top of him and he saw those beautiful black titties, tight waist, and the shapeliest hips in the world bucking up and down on top of him, making Mo happy became the only thing in the world he wanted to do.
     
          

 
    CHAPTER 8
     
     
    Flex woke up the next morning feeling like a million dollars. Just knowing Juicy was sleeping right next door had kept him on buzz all night. He got out of bed and stood in the middle of the floor holding his dick. His eyes slid toward the wall that separated their rooms and his manhood throbbed with need.
    For damn near all his life he had been fantasizing hard about Juicy. And right now, as he almost penetrated the wall with his x-rated, x-ray vision, he could just picture her laid up over there in his bed with those big, luscious titties and sexy round hips.
    The good thing was, he didn’t even have to use his imagination. All he had to do was rewind the tape on the cameras that he had set up all around his crib, and he could see whatever he wanted to see for himself.
    He had been so happy to be around her last night that he’d shot his mouth off a mile a minute while they sat around eating dinner. He didn’t shut up until she started yawning, and by then he’d almost talked her into the ground.
    Juicy had gone into the master bathroom to take a bath, and Flex had stood outside the door listening to the water run and hoping she liked all the stuff he’d gotten for her. He had tried to think of everything, and he hoped she appreciated that shit because none of it was slum.
    At first he had started to take one of his local guttersnipe bitches with him to shop for her, but then he realized that none of the chicks he rolled with would know how to properly adorn a queen like Juicy.
    He pictured her sitting up on that stool in the G-Spot wearing the latest designer dresses and rocking icy diamonds out the ass. None of his chickens had ever flown that high, so he ended up going shopping all by himself at Neiman Marcus, trusting his own instincts and picking out finery that he thought would be good enough for her. He’d dropped a gwap in that joint without even blinking, and from the black silk panties to the classy lingerie set with the low-cut, flared-leg night pants, everything he got was high quality and befitting a jewel as precious as Juicy was.
    Flex went over to a cabinet and rewound the video that had been downloaded during the night. He selected the camera from the bathroom, and gripped himself as she popped up on the screen.
    Juicy was a fuckin’ princess. From her head to her toes she was like royalty to him, and he didn’t even look as she sat down on the toilet and peed. Watching her do that type of thang was just too disrespectful and she deserved more than that.
    But he did watch Juicy wash her pussy