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a different couple. She had to admit, being surrounded by all that nudity made her want ROC even more.
    "It is," she confirmed. "But when can we be alone again?"
    Lalana wasn't sure if she saw a twinkle in his eye, but something sparkled and he smiled before resuming his conversation.
    "Look man, I got some business to handle," ROC said into the phone. "I'ma have to get with you later."
    Lalana felt comfortable under ROC's scrutinizing stare. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes and didn't mind one bit. As a matter of fact, she wanted to help.
    "Here, lemme find a quiet spot for us," he said, pulling Lalana by the arm as he took off down a hall.
    On their way out of the main room, Lalana thought she saw a professional athlete; then realized she may have seen more than one. Their bodies were just as beautiful and impressive as the model-perfect women they were straddling, or humping from behind.
    Lalana followed ROC up to a second-floor bedroom, which was surprisingly unoccupied.
    "I didn't think you'd wanna stay," ROC said, closing the door behind her.
    "I wouldn't, if you weren't here," she replied.
    That brought another smile to his face.
    "You are so damn fine!" he declared. Lalana blushed.
    This time, the kiss was slow and deliberate. He sucked her tongue hard and when he let up, she used hers to wrestle with his. Before long, they were panting and moving toward a chaise in the corner of the room.
    "Damn, you got me hard as a rock!"
    "I'm gonna take care of you," she whispered sweetly. Lalana was breathing hard and heavy. She slithered backward until her legs touched the chaise.
    "You promise, baby?" his voice sounded so innocent, she could hardly believe this was the same man she watched on TV all the time. She was seeing a side of him never revealed in any of his raunchy videos.
    Lalana sat back, legs opened wide, and used her hands to pull him closer. She unbuckled ROC's jeans, and unzipped his fly. ROC grabbed her hands, hard.
    His sudden move startled Lalana. She looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. But it was his next move that caught her completely off guard. He gently pushed her onto her back, stretched her legs wider, then fell to his knees.
    Lalana's heart was beating so fast she feared it would jump from her chest. When she felt his soft lips on her inner thigh, she began to tremble.
    MC ROC was about to go down on her!
    She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping this was no dream. He palmed her thighs, sucked her flesh passionately, and then used his fingers to part her lips. He put two fingers inside her, probing her G-spot. Lalana squeezed him tightly. It wasn't long before the tender flutter of his tongue confirmed she was in fact experiencing real life at its best.
    "Oooh. My. God!" she cried.
    ROC started softly, using his tongue to make lapping motions against Lalana's swollen clit. She felt herself grow wetter by the second. Soon, Lalana's thighs were squeezing ROC's head as though she feared he might try to get away.
    ROC's hands traveled up her body to her breasts. He squeezed, then licked. He worked with such precision Lalana felt an orgasm that threatened to explode almost immediately.
    "Shit!" It was becoming too much.
    ROC worked quickly: squeeze, lick, squeeze, lick. A battle brewed in Lalana's head; a delicious dilemma. She wanted to come, but wanted to wait too and force the feeling to last longer.
    "Oh, God!" she finally screamed, her eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

Chapter Seven
    When MC ROC finally stopped and pulled back, Lalana still couldn't catch her breath. She felt her lips pulsating, begging for more. Everything was so wet and throbbing, she didn't know what to do. Lalana managed to ease herself upright, and settled her eyes on a scene she could hardy believe.
    MC ROC stood, inches from her, stroking his massive shaft and licking his lips as if he was still savoring her essence. His skin glistened in semi-darkness, each muscle all but dancing as he moved.
    "Damn, Shorty, you