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reach mid-air as she pulls off terrycloth shorts. Her meaty ass looks so good as her legs fall back to the bed. The fine hairs are just starting to grow back on her pussy, and her lips, now swollen with desire, scream, beg, silently for me to have a taste. Her pussy walls are imploring me to have my way with them, I just know it. Because, no one knows this pussy the way I do.
    Back to reality. I grab the drink from my nightstand, take a sip. My hand touches my dick. I pull it out. Carefully, I stroke it. But its not enough. I need her.
    Close my eyes again. I dream of her.
    Reaching over, I place my finger in the glass of Bailey’s, and my fingers roam to her nipples, where I smear the alcohol. My tongue slithers and drinks the libation from her. She’s in desperate need of relaxation, and my needle will provide much needed acupuncture.
    Her pretty face demands my attention, as our tongues dance with devil. Breathing is heavy. Her pants and moans make me want to finish this fantasy turned reality inside of her.
    “Spread that pussy real nasty for me, Egypt,” I command and she obliges.
                  I wake up once more. Fluid leaks more heavily. I use it as lubrication. My strokes are more aggressive. Fuck, I need to be inside of her.
                  My eyes close…again.
    Head first, I dive into my feast, with gentle licks to hot pussy walls then move onto a swollen, bulbous clit which saturates my lips with slick, sweet, sap. Placing my fingers into her pretty hole, I move them in and out, round and round until orgasmic pulses shoot from her. Her body quivers.
    Rubbing the juice onto my shaft, I get on top of her, and rub the tip vigorously onto her clit, she screams.
    “Damn, baby, please don’t make me wait anymore. Fuck me, King, please,” she begs, I’m pleased.
    With one blunt force impact, I’m deep inside the pussy I’ve grown to love. The look in her eyes confirms what I knew all along, that she loves me too, still. Rocking back and forth, in and out of her hot, slick, wet cave, makes her wetter and hotter with each stroke. The tightness holds me so damn good and with each dip, she digs puncture wounds into my back.
    Oh, how she looks at me, when I’m deep inside-those eyes. Oh God, I would kill for those eyes.
                  I can’t. I have to call her…
                  Pick up the phone, man up, I whisper to myself. I dial. I’m scared. She picks up. Damn, she sounds so sweet.
                  “Hello?” She speaks softly.
                  “Egypt?”
                  “Yes, King?”
                  “Uhm, what are you doing?” I let out a chuckle.
                  I can feel her smiling through the phone.
                  “I’m sleeping, baby. What are you doing, King?”
                  “Thinking about you, Egypt. You’re so sweet.” I’m almost there and she doesn’t even know it.
                  “Is that right?”
                  “Yes,” I moan.
                  “What were you thinking about, King?” She has the nerve to question me.
                  “You. Everything about you. You’re so damn fine, Egypt,” I whisper. I’m coming. I hope she can’t here that.
                  “Sounds like I need to be there with you.”
                  “You do.”
                  “Soon, baby.”
                  “Soon, what, beautiful?”
                  “Soon, you’ll have me.”             
                  “I can’t fucking wait.”
                  “Nasty mouth, King. I like it.”
                  “I like you, baby.”
                  “I know, I can hear it, King…”
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                  If I look at my watch one more time. Someone’s gonna see me sweat.