"Turn right up there”. Harlem told Tasha. “I am not going to be no longer than a minute, and we still have time”, he said turning to face Mya.
"Whatever, just go ahead”, Mya said disappointed. Tasha never said anything, she just watched as he jumped out of the car walked up to the door. He used his key rather than knock as he normally did.
"HOPE!" He yelled out.
Jasmine walked downstairs. “She’s not here. I told her what you said and she was like whatever, she don't have time for your games.” She said with a sneer.
"GAMES? The fuck she talking bout?” Harlem asked confused by the whole situation.
"You still don't remember me do you?” She asked him.
"Am I supposed to?” Harlem asked already tired of the whole scene.
"Well, I didn't forget you. I mean, when she first mentioned you, I didn't
know who she was talking about, but now I know who you are and I’m sure you know
who I am. If not”, she said moving toward him. “I can definitely refresh your memory”, she said as she squeezed his dick once she was within reach.
"THE FUCK?" he said jumping back in surprise.
"That was the first thing I said too, when you first pulled it out. That motherfucka is big and its growing right now ain't it”, she motioned towards his hard dick.
Harlem grabbed her by both of her wrists, as she tried to advance forward, pressing her up against the wall. "You got me mixed up with somebody, and you wrong.” He said.
“How you gonna be....” he started to say before she moved to wiggle free.
She pulled her arms free of his hold and used her hands to try and undo his pants. "Why are you acting like you don't want it?” she asked.
"I gotta go!” He backed off.
She squeezed his dick so hard it hurt just a bit. His dick grew from all the attention she was giving him. She was determined. The struggle he put up, which wasn't much after ha realized that he wasn't being set up.
She undid his pants and continued until she had his dick out and in her hands. "Hope is going to kill one of us," He uttered.
"Well, I guess we should make this worth it then huh?” She smiled looking up at him. She took the head of his dick into her mouth and within seconds, it was like he was under some type of hypnosis.
She was good at what she did, if not one of the best he had ever had. But, it wasn’t the actual act that moved him, it was the fact that he was doing something that he had no business doing.
It was the mere thought of the fact that, Hope could walk right in and catch them, mingled with the fact that Tasha and Mya sat outside waiting on him, who was only supposed to be a few minutes.
She swirled her tongue all around the head of his dick, stroking and teasing along the cleft head and working against the tiny flap of skin dangling beneath. Her head bobbing up and down. "We not supposed to be doing this." Is all that he continued to say, and each time he did, it was like she sucked harder, so hard that her cheeks hollowed from the suction she applied.
She even cradled his dick so that her tongue caressed the underside while he it eased deeper in her throat. She almost threw up as he pushed himself in deeper.
She looked up at him and he could tell that she was really concentrating so that she could breathe in enough air.
Tears were in her eyes but she never stopped until she got what she went down there for. She definitely got what she went down there for.
Harlem moaned and seconds later, he erupted in her throat. She swallowed hard and fast to keep up, and just went berserk, nursing his dick, and making sure that she got every last drop.
When she finally let him out of her mouth, she told him that Hope wouldn't be back no time soon, and told him that she wanted him to fuck her.
But he had quickly put his dick back into his boxers and fixed himself, while she grabbed on him and moved towards the door.
"This never happened!” He looked at her, opened the door and made a dash for the car. She stood there watching him in through the window.
As soon as he jumped back into the car the first thing that Mya and Tasha did was sniff, as if they were trying to smell something.
Something like pussy.
The way that he came up outta the house was as if he had just got some, or at least something, and her presence in the door somewhat reassured them of that.
"I know you didn't just do what I am thinking you did?" Mya said to him.
"Do what?" he asked.
"You're a nasty ass motherfucka,"
Tasha just turned and looked at him. She had a way of overstanding him already. She gave him a look, and he looked back at her as if to say, "WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE TALKING BOUT?" And that was good enough for her.
His phone rang, but he didn't answer it or even look at it. It rang about six times and not once did he even look at it.
He just sat back trying to get his thoughts together as Tasha and Mya finally held their first conversation.
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