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"I want you to come over here."

"What are you?" she asks, suddenly pulling back. "One of the fringe benefits of being a pretty girl?"Advertisement

"Hey, I'm a stud muffin." I shrug. "Take a bite."

A flicker of a smile that tells you she will probably do anything. It's time to relax and play it differently. I reach into my jeans, lifting up my shirt a little more so that she can see the rest of my stomach and spreading my legs even wider so she can spot the bulge in my jeans. I offer her a Mentos.

"You really look like you work out," I say. "How do you keep in such buff shape, doll?"

"Not eating helps," she mutters.

"So you're refusing the Mentos?"

She smiles, barely, and nods.

"Are you coming to the club tonight?" I ask.

"To the Copa? The Copacabana? The hottest spot north of Havana?" she asks, clapping her hands together, eyes wide with fake delight.

"Hey, don't be dissing me, sistah."

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"Where's Chloe now, Victor?" she asks, moving closer.

"Who was your last significant other, baby?"

"An ex-rogue trader I met at a screenplay-writing seminar, then Gavin Rossdale," she says. "Oh, and Adam Sandler for three days."

"Oh shit." I smack my forehead. "Now I know who you are. Now I remember."

She smiles a little, warming up. "Who are you dating now, Victor?" She pauses. "Besides Alison Poole?"

"Hey, I thought that name wasn't allowed in this apartment." "Only someone who owns a voodoo doll of her with five hundred pins stuck in its head and an extra-large Snickers bar strapped to its ass can," she says. "Now, who are you dating, Victor? Just say it. Just let me hear you say a name."

"Four that wanna own me, two that wanna stone me, one that says she's a friend of mine."

She smiles now, standing over the bed.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask.

"Can you?"

"You won't freak out?"

"It depends."

"Okay. Just promise me you'll take this within a certain context."

"What?"

"It's just that..." I stop, breathe in, laugh a little.

"It's just what?"

Now, playing it very seriously, I say, "It's just that I really want to stick my tongue up your pu**y right now." I'm squeezing my dick through my jeans, staring straight at her. "I promise I won't do anything else. I just have this urge to lick your pu**y right now." I pause, shyly. "Can I?"

She breathes in but doesn't move away.

"Are you going to complain about my behavior?" I ask.

"No," she says.

"Come here," I say.

Her eyes move over my body.

"Come here," I say again.

She just stands there, deciding what to do, unmoving.

"Is there a... dilemma?" I'm asking.

"Victor," she sighs. "I can't."

"Why?" I ask. "Come here."

"Because it's like you're back from... outer space or something," she says. "And I don't know you."

"You're a little hard to unwrap too, baby."

She lets her robe drop.

"I think we should maybe end the conversation here," I say.

She kneels over me, pushing me back down on the bed, straddling my waist. I work one finger into her pu**y, finally just easing it in, then two fingers, and her own fingers are rubbing her clit and I sit up and start licking and sucking on her br**sts. I take my fingers out of her pu**y and put them in my mouth, telling her how much I want to eat her pu**y, and then I easily flip her onto her back and spread her legs wide apart and push them back so her whole pu**y is spread out, available, and I start fingerfucking her while licking and sucking on her clit. I stick another finger in my mouth and slip it in between her legs, lower, until it touches her ass**le, pressing lightly against it. I'm rock hard and I've pulled my pants down to my knees, my ass sticking up in the air, stroking myself off, my tongue way up her cunt, but then she pulls me up to her br**sts, urging me to suck her ni**les, and still stroking my prick I immediately move up and we start eating each other's mouths, sucking hungrily, and she's gripping my c**k and rubbing it against her lower lips and then my cock's sliding up into her without any effort and she starts humping hard on it and I start meeting her thrusts and she's coming and then the intercom buzzes and the doorman's voice announces, "Lauren-Damien Ross is on his way up," and we both freeze. pqdm.com