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I woke up, smiling remembering the details of last night.
I tried sitting up, and looked down seeing Kentrell's tattooed arm wrapped tight around my waist.
"Where you goin'?" He mumbled, tightening his grip.
"Ken I have to pee." I said.
He smacked his lips, unwrapping his arms.
I got up going into my bathroom. I looked at the toilet and rolled my eyes, seeing Kentrell left my toilet seat up, per usual.
I handled my business and stood in the mirror looking at my naked body.
I scanned my eyes over my stretch marks, and looked at my freshly waxed cookie.
"I'm so pretty." I smiled, walking out the bathroom.
I climbed back in my bed, throwing my leg over Kentrell.
He turned over, pulling me on top of him, positioning his dick at my entrance.
"Fuck." He groaned.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he thrusted upwards.
I held on to his shoulders as the pleasure became too much.
"Kentrell." I moaned out, as he slapped my ass.
Gaining some strength, I gripped onto my headboard, balancing on my toes.
I bounced up and down, hearing him moan under me.
Gliding my hips in a circle, I decided to try something I saw on tiktok. I spelled coconut with my hips, as he threw his head back, putting his hand on my waist.
"Damn." He moaned, looking at my pussy as my juices coated his dick.
I rose up, only leaving the tip inside, and convulsed my muscles.
"Oh shit." He groaned.
I gripped his tip with my pussy a few times, and he gripped my waist, moaning.
"Oh fuck no. You ain't bouta show me up." He slammed me down on his dick as I let out a loud moan.
He thrusted upwards, before flipping us over so that he was on top, in missionary.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning as he pressed his thumb against my clit.
He bent his head down, bringing me in for a kiss.
I whimpered into the kiss as he jabbed at my spot repeatedly.
"I'm bouta cum pooh."
"Wait for me mama. You gone wait for me?" He questioned as I threw my head back.
"Uh, fuck Kentrell." I mumbled as that familiar knot formed in my stomach.
He grabbed my neck, as his strokes became slow, and sensual.
