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    Once her pearl was exposed, Antonio dove in, sucking, and licking on her clit. Emily grabbed his hair and pushed him in further as her juices spilled over. His tongue flicked in and out her hole, then back to the clit. Her pussy pulsated. Emily was on the verge of losing her mind.
    She wrapped her athletic legs around his shoulders, giving in to the ecstasy. “Eat this black pussy. You know you want it!”
    “That’s it. Let it go.” His tongue was not relenting its assault of her brown pearl. He sucked it in his mouth, making it vibrate with his tongue.
    “Oh, shit, I’m about to come.” Her body arched up, and she released all over his face.
    “You taste so good.” Antonio removed his pants and stood before her.
    Emily’s eyes widened. She looked at him, then licked her lips. Her tongue explored every inch of him. She took one of his balls in his mouth. He tossed his head back, relishing in the moment.
    “I want you inside me?” she whispered.
    “ Dire di più, il mio amore . Say no more, my love.”
    He brought his mouth to hers and leaned her back in the chair. His rod grazed the outer rim of her hole. She was wet and ready. Antonio slid into her, slowly entering her until he filled the width of her.
    She moaned.
    He began a gentle stroke within her, allowing her body to adjust to his. His eyes locked with hers, and he picked up the momentum. Faster and harder, he stroked.
    “Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me!”
    He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her thighs and palming her ass before lifting her in the air. Antonio stood, holding her and guiding her up and down on his dick.
    Her brown eyes light up with pleasure in the moonlight. The night sky as their background, he continued stroking.
    “I’m about to come again!” She tossed her head back, and her vaginal walls tightened as she exploded on him.
    She felt his rod pulse. Antonio was on the verge of releasing himself. He lowered her back on the chair. He pulled all the way back until only the tip remained, then pumped. One…two…three…
    “Aargh!” he released.
    Pants and shallow breathing mixed with the night air.
    ***
    “Wake up, sleepy head, the movie’s over,” Antonio said.
    “Huh?” She opened her eyes to see him staring back at her. Confused, she sat up on the couch.
    “You fell asleep, and the movie is over. You should go get in your bed and get some rest while I get caught up on the shows I missed.” He pulled her up off the couch and guided her upstairs to her room.
    “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Emily replied, still dazed. “Goodnight, and thanks for cooking.”
    “You’re welcome,” he mouthed as he gently shut her door.
    Emily was dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe she dreamed about Antonio. No white man ever turned her on, and she was on fire. Her underwear was soaked from her all too real wet dream. “Wow, if he can make me come in a dream, I can’t imagine the real thing.”
    The pink box on her nightstand called to her. Emily removed the contents before going into her bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped in. There was no way she’d fall back asleep without a release. Her waterproof vibrator would do the trick.
    Emily learned the art of masturbating working at the Banana Split after about a month. She was tired of performing for men night after night without getting something out of it. It was time to explore some skills she read in a book about women knowing their bodies. What could it hurt? She was already naked and pretending to have orgasms anyway. Emily stood over her client, who was sitting on a leather couch. She gave him a peak of her brown flower, letting her fingers go to work against her button until she came for the first time on her own. He even gave her an extra fifty on top of the three hundred he’d already placed in her tip tray to show his gratitude. She’d been a frequent self-pleaser ever since.
    Antonio would blush if he knew the things Emily had him doing in her