Yellow 2 my blue . . .
Coultrain, “Blue”
Bursts of color and beautiful one of a kind chic vintage pieces filled Paperdolls boutique located on Washington Avenue. The boutique had a loft-like appeal to it. At the back of the store was a seven-step staircase which led to a showcase of clothes. There was even a seating area outside. Some of the clothing was actual pieces of art designed by the artist Macu. The owner also sold jewelry and designer handbags.
Gray was ecstatic. Her surroundings only intensified her feelings more. She couldn’t wait to go out of town with Gunz. This was the opportunity she’d been waiting for. Finally he’d be able to see all of the wonderful things about her that a couple of hours together couldn’t provide.
“This is ca-uuute.” Tee-Tee picked up a nude-and-black Alexander Wang dress.
“Oooooooh, I do like that,” Gray agreed, coming over.
They were trying to find outfits for her and Gunz’s weekend trip.
“I can most definitely rock the hell out of this, so I will be gettin’ it.” She took the dress over to the counter and placed it down.
“So what time y’all leaving tomorrow?”
“I lied and told my boss that I had a family emergency, so she let me have the day off tomorrow, so we’ll be leaving in the morning.”
“Yo’ ass gon’ get fired.”
“No, I’m not. Don’t be burning bread on me like that.” Gray knocked on wood. “Besides, I’ve been working my ass off. I arrive earlier than anybody else, and I’m the last one to leave at night. And plus, when I get back, I’ll be coordinating all of the looks for the September cover, which will feature Halle Berry.”
“That’s what’s up. I mean, I’m excited that you done found you a li’l boo and e’rthang, but don’t start takin’ unnecessary time off just to be with him, ‘cause please believe he would not do it for you.”
“Trust me, I’m not. This is just a one time thing. Speaking of my boo, this him callin’ me right now.” She cheerfully grinned as her cell phone vibrated vigorously in her hand. “Hello?”
“What the FUCK you doing?”
“Nothing.” She giggled at his silliness. “Just out . . . picking up a few things.”
“A few things,” Tee-Tee repeated. “Has this bitch forgotten that she has her whole entire paycheck sittin’ over there on the counter?”
Giving him the evil eye, Gray placed her index finger up to her mouth and warned him to shush.
“Who was that in the background? I know you ain’t wit’ some nigga,” Gunz questioned, about to flip.
“Calm down. That’s my friend Tee-Tee.”
“Tee-Tee? What kind of bullshit is that? You know what? I don’t even wanna know. Just call me when you get home, a’ight.”
“Okay.”
“Ay,” Gunz called out before she hung up.
“What?”
“Before you do that, I want you to do one thing for me.”
“What, babe?”
“Turn around.”
Gray quickly spun around on her heels. To her surprise, Gunz was right outside the boutique, leaning against an SLR McLaren Roadster. The car cost almost half a million dollars. Gray damn near shitted on herself he looked so good. Gunz posted like the king. He stood dipped in a fitted white tee, dark blue dirty wash jeans, and all-white shell toe Adidas. A gold rosary hung delicately from his neck, while a gold Audemar Piguet watch gleamed brightly from his wrist.
“Close your mouth, quit lookin’ at me, and come here,” he said before hanging up.
Gray happily left Tee-Tee behind and greeted him outside. Gunz couldn’t help but appreciate Gray’s thick thighs and firm legs as she sauntered out the boutique’s door, and although other people swarmed past, no one but her mattered. The crisp white Marc Jacobs tank top and indigo blue True Religion cuffed denim shorts accentuated her curves to the fullest. A long beaded necklace that reached her waist enhanced the casually chic outfit.
“What you doing wit’ these little bitty-ass shorts on?” Gunz asked, pulling her into him by the belt loop of her shorts. “You want niggas to be lookin’ at yo’ ass and shit?”
“Nope, only you.”
“You miss me?” He placed his hands inside her back pockets and situated his dick so she could feel his hard-on.
“The question is, do you miss me?” Gray challenged, biting down onto her bottom lip as she ran her hands up and down the center of his crotch.
“You feel how hard my dick is; that’s obvious.”
“Why you so nasty?”
“ ’Cause I know you like it.”
“How you know I was here?” she wondered.
“I was riding through and seen you.”
“But how did you know it was me?”
“Gray, I know that ass from a mile away.”
“Ha ha, funny.” She playfully hit his chest.
For a minute they stood in silence. Gunz stared off into space as if something was on his mind. The whole family intervention with his parents had him off balance.
“Hey,” Gray got his attention. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just been a long-ass day.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Nah, not right now.”
“You sure? ’Cause we can go somewhere and talk. I don’t mind.”
“That’s sweet, ma.” He lovingly placed a kiss on her forehead. “But nah, I’m good. You finish doing your thing. I just wanted to see you for a minute.”
“Okay,” she replied, not really wanting to leave the conversation alone.
“Here,”—he dug into his right pocket—“Go buy me a box of Lemonheads.” Gunz handed her a stack of hundred-dollar bills totaling up to ten grand.
“I am not taking that.” She handed him the money back knowing full well she needed it.
“I ain’t ask you to take it. I asked you to go get me some Lemonheads.”
“You think you slick. No, go buy your own candy; I’m good.”
“A’ight, you gon’ quit tellin’ me no. But look, I’m about to head on out.” He cupped her chin and made her look directly at him. “You be good, a’ight.”
“I will.”
A delightful melody by Emily King called “U & I” came to Gray’s mind: Finally, finally my love has arrived. Once there was me . . . now there’s you and I, Gray thought as she became trapped in his gaze. Handsome was not the word to describe him. Gunz was beautiful. The hold that he had on her was beyond her control. Since forever she’d prayed for a man like him. Gray’s lips desperately wanted to form the words I love you, but the timing just wasn’t right.
“I’ma call you later.” He softly kissed her lips. “Answer the phone.”
“Okay,” she replied, on cloud nine.
After Gunz pulled off, she reentered the store.
“It’s just fuck me, right?” Tee-Tee cocked his head back with his hand on his chest. “I swear a bitch that’s gettin’ some dick ain’t shit.”
“Shut up. You just mad.”
“I mean, look at you.”
“Look at me.” Gray rolled her neck then turned around slowly in a circle so that he could get a good view of her.
“That killa really got you sprung. If the dick that good, let a nigga like me get a taste.” Tee-Tee flicked his tongue like a snake.
“Trick, please. You better fall back. I will cut a bitch over that big, black ten-inch dick.”
“Oooooh, why you have to go into details? Now my panties all wet.”
“Okay, that was just too much.” Gray shook her head, repulsed.
“It’s never enough. You can never have too much dick in your life.” Tee-Tee did his best Eartha Kitt impression.
“Yo’ ass is certifiably crazy.”
“And so are you. I can’t believe you are about to spend all this money just to impress some man. I hope he’s worth it.”
“He is.”
“You love him, don’t you?” Tee-Tee said more as a statement than a question.
“How you figure that?” Gray challenged.
“ ’Cause he’s everything you never said you wanted but apparently need.”
No one on the corner has swagger like us, was the melody that ran through Truth’s head as he walked through the mall. You couldn’t tell him he wasn’t the shit. Truth was tall with pecan-colored skin, and although his pockets weren’t deep, his dick was long. Every time he stepped outside chicks were on him, but he couldn’t sweat that none. Only one woman had his attention and that was Gray.
Just because she and Gunz were doing their thing didn’t mean that he was gonna give up on them one day being together. In time, she was sure to see what he’d known from the start—that they were meant to be. He was willing to do anything to make her his. It didn’t matter. If he had to lie, cheat, or kill, she was gonna be his.
Plus, Gunz needed to pay. There was no way he was going to get away with killing his brother and not deal with the repercussions of his actions. Truth was gonna make him suffer in the worst way imaginable. Gunz didn’t know what was in store for him.
Truth made his way out of the mall and into the parking lot. As he approached his car, his cell phone began to ring.
“ ’Bout time you called nigga. I was starting to get worried,” he said, opening his car door.
“My bad. I got caught up. What’s poppin’?” Fortune asked.
“I’m just callin’ to make sure everything is good.”
“Yeah, the shit about to go down tomorrow.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Truth smiled.
“You got everything covered on yo’ end?”
“I’m good.”
“Now, you sure that I’ma be straight?” Fortune questioned, unsure.
“As long as you follow the plan. Get that shit and get ghost. Lay low for a minute then set up shop. Just don’t be spending mad money and drawing attention to yourself.”
“A’ight. Well, look, I’ll holla at you in a minute then,” Fortune confirmed.
“One.”
With a devious smile plastered on his face, Truth got inside his car. Operation Ruin Gunz’s Life was in full effect. Now it was time for Truth to sit back and watch as Gunz’s life crumbled into pieces around him.
After a quick flight, Gray and Gunz arrived in Chicago. Everything was perfect. Gray couldn’t ask for more. The flight was smooth, and there was hardly any turbulence. There was no problem with finding their luggage, and the weather was sunny with not a cloud in sight. A driver picked them up from the airport and swept them away to their destination at The James Hotel.
Everything from the exterior of the building to the lobby was well thought out. The James was modern, but still had a sense of classic hospitality. They offered everything from a spa to an exercise room to a lounge called the Jbar.
Gray couldn’t wait to get up to their room. Gunz had gotten them the penthouse loft. As soon as the door opened, she was in love.
A contrasting palette of earth tone colors filled the space. The minimalist layout and custom designed furniture included a streamlined dark wood platform bed, private dining, plasma screen TVs, and a slate-tiled and marbled bathroom. Other amenities included Kiehl’s bath products, commissioned art, 100% Turkish cotton towels, and daily newspaper delivery.
Once they were showered and dressed, Gray and Gunz left the hotel and did a little sightseeing on Michigan Avenue. Due to the fact that Gray had never been to the Chi, Gunz took on the position of being their tour guide. The Chanel store, MaxMara, and Louis Vuitton were just some of the spots they hit before heading back to the hotel for lunch. Gunz was pleasantly surprised that in each store they went to, Gray never once asked for a thing. He even went so far as to offer to buy her something, but she flat out refused.
Now they lay resting comfortably, chest to back, in a tub filled with pink rose petals. Coultrain’s laidback melody “Blue” set the mood. Flickers of light from the twelve tea candles strategically placed around the room danced across the walls. Gunz laid in between Gray’s legs as she used a sponge to wash his broad chest. Hidden thoughts crammed the room. There were so many things Gray wanted to unveil, but the words were stuck on pause in her throat.
Tee-Tee was right. Gray held a love so strong for Gunz in her heart that it scared her. Before him, she never knew the true definition of the word, but with him, she wanted to explore each way it could be displayed. Gray didn’t have to look for love anymore because she’d found it in him. And even though the feeling might not stay, she cherished the change in her life. Captivated by his presence, she dipped the sponge in water then washed his right pec.
Gray watched intently as the hot water slid down his chiseled chest and back into the tub. Her tongue wanted nothing more than to lavish his body with sweet kisses. Flashbacks of him pounding her pussy while playing with her clit sent chills up her spine. Gunz could do what he wanted with her, and she’d gladly succumb to his will.
“What you back there thinking about?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts.
“Making love to you.” She tenderly bent her head and kissed the left side of his neck.
“Cut that out.” He rubbed her thigh.
“What? You asked.”
“You ain’t talkin’ about nothing.”
“Try me and find out,” she challenged.
“Later.”
“You so wack.” She playfully mushed him in the head.
“Whateva. You ever heard this song before?”
“No, but I love it.”
“Yeah, I like this cat. He’s from St. Louis.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, this is like my favorite song off the whole CD. Every time I play it I think of you.”
“That’s so sweet.” Gray lovingly kissed the side of his face. “So since I love this song and so do you, I declare that this should be our song.”
“You so corny.” Gunz laughed.
“Whateva. You like the idea.” Gray giggled.
“Ay?”
“What’s up?”
“Why wouldn’t you let me get you anything while we were out?” He wanted to know.
“I didn’t need anything. Besides, spending time with you is enough for me.”
“Remember you said that.” He laughed.
“Don’t get it twisted. I won’t say no next time.” She laughed too. “Why have you been so quiet? You haven’t said a word since we got back.”
“I just got a lot of shit on my mind, man.”
“Talk to me.”
Gunz wondered if he should open up about his father’s unexpected appearance back in his life or deal with it on his own. Opening up about his feelings was something he didn’t do often, especially with a woman, but with Gray, he felt a sense of comfort.
“When I was ten, my old dude burnt out on me, my mom, and my sister. He was on drugs and shit. You know, when I was younger, it really fucked me up that he would do that. And for a long time, I wished he’d come back and we’d be like we was, but . . . my li’l sister ended up passing—”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Gray cut him off.
“It’s cool.” He looked down at the water.
“How’d she die?”
“She drowned in a pool.”
“Oh my God. How old was she?”
“Six.”
“Gunz, I am so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around him tight.
“Yeah . . .” He stared off into space. “Shit was crazy, but the most fucked-up part about it was . . . you know . . . my peoples got word to my old dude that Adriana had died, and you know this muthafucka didn’t even give a fuck. He ain’t even come to the funeral to see his own baby girl off.”
“Wow.” Gray shook her head.
“After that I wrote that nigga off. I ain’t want to have shit to do wit’ him. Now twenty years later this muthafucka wanna come play daddy.”
“You’ve seen him? You talked to him?”
“Yeah. Remember that day I came by the store and hollered at you?”
“Yeah.”
“That day him and my old bird ambushed me on some forgive and forget, let’s be a family bullshit. Supposedly he’s clean.”
“How did you feel?”
“I was pissed off. I couldn’t believe my mama would do some shit like that. She knows all the heartache we went through behind that man.”
“The question is, do you want to have a relationship with him?”
“No. I’m grown. There ain’t shit that nigga can do for me now.”
“The only thing I can say, Gunz, is that . . . everybody goes through stuff in life, and along the way, their choices may hurt people. But it’s up to that person to decide whether or not they want to right their wrongs. And that’s what it sounds like your father is trying to do.”
“I don’t know.” He situated himself, slightly agitated.
“I mean, it’s up to you. You have to search through all the pain and abandonment issues and see if you can open your heart and accept him in your life again. I know that it’s a huge decision . . . so I suggest you take your time while making it. ’Cause I know how you feel.
“I don’t even know who my father is, but I do know that if he were to come in my life today or tomorrow, I would want to talk to him, so I could get to see who he is as a person and whether or not we have the same characteristics, or better yet, a chance at even building some kind of relationship.”
“I hear what you sayin’, man, and that sounds good on paper, but after all the bullshit my old man has put me through, I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Well, like I said, just think about it.” Gray stared at the side of his face then kissed his cheek. She prayed that one day soon Gunz would be able to let down his guard and let people into his life. If he didn’t, she knew they didn’t have a chance in hell for any kind of future together.
After talking some more, the two washed each other’s bodies then got out of the tub and began to get dressed. Since they were going to a Latin restaurant, Gray decided to wear an ultra sexy asymmetrical red mini dress by Rachel Pally. One side of the dress had a long, flowing sleeve, while the other side was completely sleeveless. Gray didn’t even rock a lot of jewelry. A pair of oversized rusted bronze earrings and two matching bracelets was all she needed. To finish off the look, she rocked a pair of edgy, zebra print, four and a half-inch Manolo Blahnik peep-toe heels.
Gunz didn’t look too shabby himself. He sported a gray T-shirt with gold writing, a gray pinstriped vest, jeans, and gold Lanvin high top sneakers. A thin gold rosary and Patek Philippe watch was all the jewelry he donned.
Rumba was one of Gunz’s favorite restaurants. Every time he stopped in Chicago, he made it his business to visit. He was almost sure Gray would grow to love it as much he did.
As soon as she entered, she felt as if she’d been swept off to a 1940s super club. The sounds coming from the live entertainment instantly made her want to dance. The opulent entranceway provided an unobstructed view to the bar, main dining room, as well as the entertainment focal point, the stage. Over to the side was the dance floor.
Oversized tufted red conga booths, floor to ceiling curtains, authentic Moroccan antique lamps, Spanish wall sconces, and white linen tablecloths with candles gave the place a sensual vibe. The smell of authentic Latin cuisine intoxicated her nose.
Gray and Gunz took a seat right next to the dance floor.
“So what you think?” he asked.
“I love it. Like, I wish there were more places like this back in St. Louis.”
“Me too,” Gunz replied, opening up his menu. “So you really have never had Latin food before?”
“No, growing up all I ate was Korean food. I didn’t get my first taste of soul food until I met my friend Kema.”
“You gon’ have to hip me to some Korean food. All I know is a whole order of special fried rice with no onions, and crab Rangoon.”
“You silly.” Gray laughed. “That is not Korean food. That’s some shit Chinese people made up for y’all to eat.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, we don’t eat that shit. We eat plain fuckin’ rice.”
“Fuck naw.”
“So what do you suggest I order? I don’t really like spicy food, so anything besides that is good.”
“Well, jerk chicken is out of the question then. Do you like seafood?”
“I love seafood.”
“Well, I suggest you get the coconut plantain-encrusted sea bass.”
“That sounds wonderful. What are you gonna get?”
“I’m gettin’ the muthafuckin’ Caribbean seafood parrillada.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a lobster tail with shrimp, scallops, tilapia, and calamari grilled in a garlic lemon butter sauce. A jalapeño corn cake and tostones al mojo come with it.”
“Your food sounds good.”
“You just don’t know. I love this place, man.”
Once their orders were placed, Gray and Gunz sipped on Merlot and bobbed their head to the band’s rendition of Hector Lavoe’s “El Cantante.”
“You lookin’ kinda good in that dress, ma.” He leaned forward and admired her breasts with lust in his eyes.
“Thanks.” Gray blushed, sipping on her drink.
“You know I’m pretty happy you decided to come wit’ me.”
“I’m pretty happy I decided to come too.”
“You really like me, don’t you?”
“What?” She giggled, almost choking.
“Admit it. You do.”
“You cool.”
“I know I’m cool. Shit, I’m the coolest nigga you know. I asked if you liked me.”
“Why? Is me liking you gon’ change anything?”
“Who knows . . . it might.” He chuckled.
“Whateva.” Gray threw her napkin in his face, laughing.
“For real, you do?”
“It’s obvious that I like you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. The question is, how much do you like me?”
“Here are your meals,” the waitress announced.
“Saved by the bell,” Gunz replied as she placed his plate in front of him.
“That’s some bullshit.” Gray pursed her lips together and shook her head. She hated that he’d gotten off easy.
“Will there be anything else?”
“No, thanks,” they both spoke in unison.
“This looks delicious.” Gray placed her napkin on her lap, starving.
“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
“What?”
“Just trust me. Close your eyes and open your mouth.”
Gray looked at Gunz suspiciously then did what she was told and closed her eyes. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth. Gunz, using his fingers, picked up a plantain and placed it into her mouth. A cornucopia of delectable sweetness exploded into her mouth. The taste of the sugary plantain and the saltiness from Gunz’s fingers took her to forbidden heights of pleasure. She relished the taste of him in her mouth. As his index finger slipped from her lips, Gray made it her business to flick her tongue against the tip. Gunz’s penis sprang to attention at the thought of his finger being his dick.
“That was nice. Thank you,” she spoke in a low, raspy tone.
“You welcome.”
“So tell me, where do you see yourself in five years?”
“Hopefully out of the game. I never really planned on doing this the rest of my life. My plans are to open up a couple of restaurants and art galleries.”
“You like art?”
“Yeah, I mean, that’s something a lot of people don’t know about me, but over the past couple of years, I’ve bought a couple of nice pieces.”
“Wow.” Gray gave him a warm smile. “I would’ve never guessed that about you.”
“It’s a lot about me you don’t know, Gray.”
“But that’s the point. If given the chance, I wanna know everything there is to know about you.”
“Who knows? You keep it up, you just might.”
A half an hour later, Gunz and Gray were full. Gray enjoyed every bite. Normally she would’ve been afraid to eat in front of a man, but Gunz made her feel comfortable. For the first time, she could be herself with a man.
Gunz, too, was enjoying himself. If he did want a woman, Gray would be the perfect candidate. He was digging everything about her, from her style to the way she smiled. More than anything, he loved the way she moved. He could see her grooving in her seat.
“Get up and do your thing, ma,” he suggested.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, go ’head.”
The smell of mouthwatering food, smoke, and sweat filled the air as Gray made her way to the dance floor. Shakira’s megahit “La Tortura” had everyone up on their feet. Bodies were plastered together, but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the music.
Gray loved to dance, so she quickly got into the groove. She could see Gunz out of the corner of her eye, staring her down. The whole scenario reminded her of when they first met.
Turned on, she connected eyes with him and began doing her thing. She knew he enjoyed watching her put on a show. Bending over, Gray bit her lower lip and wound her hips slowly clockwise to the beat. The entire time, she envisioned his firm hands caressing her thighs.
Gunz’s dick was brick hard. The way Gray shook her ass mesmerized him to the point it threw him off track. Here he was, trying to be hard and keep his composure, but a bead of sweat had begun to form on his forehead. Gray wasn’t fighting fair and she knew it. The look in her alluring blue eyes said it all. She wanted to make love until she begged God for mercy. Wanting a better view, Gunz lit up a Djarum clove cigarette and leaned forward.
The band must have read Gray’s mind because her jam by Shakira, “Hips Don’t Lie,” started to thump. A wicked grin traced the corners of her mouth. The dim lighting melted all of her inhibitions away. The heat coming from the beat caused her to grind even harder. Gray was tired of playing games. She was starting to wonder if she was too much for Gunz. Kissing and hugging was cool, but there was so much more a man and a woman could do. Gray wanted Gunz to put it on her in the worst way. Every part of her could be his, but it was up to him to take it.
Running her hands across her breasts, Gray stared Gunz dead in the eye and sang, “And I’m staritng to feel it’s right . . . All the attraction, the tension . . . don’t you see baby, this is perfection.”
Far from being a punk, Gunz took one more puff from his cigarette then mashed the rest in the ashtray. It was time for him to step to Gray like the man he was. Face to face, he took her by the hand and kissed her passionately. Neither one of them had ever enjoyed someone’s company so much. They laughed, they drank, they ate, and before they knew it, the lights were coming on and the restaurant was closing.
The ride back to the hotel seemed to take forever. Gunz couldn’t keep his hands off Gray. Once they reached the hotel, he pulled her inside and locked the door behind them. Things were moving so fast that she didn’t have enough time to catch her breath. Gunz’s milk chocolaty colored physique towered over her. She felt so small in his presence. An undeniable need for him to put his mouth on her skin consumed Gray. With her back pressed up against the door, Gunz took a handful of her hair into his hand and tilted her head back.
An obsessive look of desire shone from his eyes. Using his thumb, he ran it across her lips like he was applying lipstick. She couldn’t help but to take him in her mouth. Gray loved the taste of him. Eagerly, she ran her hands up his shirt. Muscles that she hadn’t expected swelled underneath her fingertips.
Gray’s neck was pleading to be licked. Gunz satisfied her craving by saturating her skin with soft, wet kisses. Making his way down, he stopped at the center of her chest. Gray’s hardened nipples poked through the fabric of her dress like missiles. Enthralled by his touch, she bit her lip and watched as he took a hold of both her thighs and placed them on his shoulders.
Gunz suffocated the lips of Gray’s pussy with succulent licks and kisses. It was unavoidable; in a matter of seconds, she was sure to cum. Gunz flicked his tongue across her clit even faster. Cumming, she let out a whimpering moan.
Nowhere near done with her, he carried her over to the bed and placed her down on her stomach. Gray eagerly lifted her butt in the air so he could enter from behind.
Seeing her face down with her ass up only heightened Gunz’s hunger for her. The lips of her pussy were covered in hot, sticky cum. He quickly stepped out of his clothes. Once they were off, he placed himself in behind Gray and slid his rock hard penis inside her wet slit. With his hands on her waist, he grinded in and out of her at brisk pace. Gray was driving him crazy.
The folds of her pussy suffocated his dick. Tenderly, he kneaded her butt cheeks. Her pussy was first class. Gray was overwhelmed with desire. Her insatiable appetite for dick escalated with each stroke. She wanted to explode.
“Oooooh, Gunz, just like that.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah, baby, go deeper,” she moaned.
Each stroke felt like New Year’s. The anticipation of an orgasm nearing was spellbinding. Gray’s lips trembled. Nothing could prepare her for the size of his mammoth dick. She could feel it all the way in her rib cage. The side of Gray’s face rubbed up against the sheets as she screamed out in agony.
She wanted to kiss him, ride him, and suck him all at once. This was bliss. Gunz’s groans were intensifying her pleasure. At any second, he was due to burst. Gray shamelessly thrust her ass into his shaft. She wanted him to cum on her butt. The mere thought of his hot lava on her skin caused her stomach muscles to contract.
“Ooooooooooooooooooh, baby! Awwwwwwwww, yeah! This dick feel so good!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Gunz roared as he pulled out and came on her butt just as she’d desired.
Gray came harder with each drop. Seconds later, they were on to round two.