I'm not going to lie, I hate dealing with a woman who's already in a relationship. However, this particular shawty had me bent. Her name was Tati.
First, let me describe her, caramel skin, perfect body, pretty face with some juicy lips and an ass as fat as two balloons. We met at the airport when she was struggling with her luggage and I helped her out. I've always been known to be quite the gentleman. My smooth talk and charm caught her interest so as soon as we met we clicked. She ended up thanking me in the men's bathroom stall later on. We exchanged digits and it was fire from there. Phone sex, FaceTime sessions, sexting, and all that good stuff. Obviously, we met up on numerous occasions and had lots of fun.
We had a mutual feeling for each other as well, but baby girl was involved with someone, so we couldn't make anything official or take anything to the next level. I was a real live side nigga. I mean we would go on dates, shop together, exchange gifts, the whole nine, but she couldn't let her man know. They had been in a relationship for over a year now. All that and I'm still fucking her better than he is, I should be in his shoes. I envied this nigga. "How the fuck you gonna be with the woman I'm supposed to have? You don't deserve her," I always thought to myself.
Now this dude was doing pretty well for himself, don't get me wrong. He had some money with a dope ass crib and brand new rides. Showering her in luxury like a motherfucker but he never spent time with baby girl or showed her the love and affection she truly deserved. She's a princess in every aspect of the word. She was the word sexy, embodied and that's all I ever wanted to show her. I'd touch her where he won't, lick her where he don't, always outdoing his lame ass. What did Pimp C say? "Keep neglecting your girl, ima be spending yo time." Yeah, I was living those words and always dreamt of doing all the things he didn't do for her. Maybe it's time to make that dream come true.
So I called her up. "Hey Sweet," she answered delightfully. Sweet was a nickname she had given me a while back, I named her Pooh because baby girl had that honey. "What's up Pooh, you busy?" I said in the deep, smooth voice she's used to hearing when I'm blowing her back out. She knew what time it was and I could hear her smile as she said, "Of course not, come on over so we can chat." "Alright baby, later," I said as I hung up. On the way over, I was thinking of I was going to make her mine. The plan was simple, she loves my ass anyway, so all I had to do was convince her to come with me and wed be a happy ass couple.
Soon as I got to the door, she opened it and jumped into my arms wearing the pink silk robe I had gotten her when we were shopping for lingerie, kissing me as I held her up. "I missed you baby," she said seductively. "I missed you too, we need to talk," I said. "Talk to this pussy," she said as she got down and pulled me in forcefully, bringing me into the living room of the house and laid on the couch. The room was dim, and there were candles everywhere. Her perfume consumed through my nose and rose petals covered the living room floor. I looked over at her and she was getting to it on her own. Once she spread her legs I thought, "This isn't going to be too simple anymore," so I decided to fuck her good, then pillow talk her later. Her pussy lips spread slowly, unsticking, looking like a fresh honey bun. She started rubbing it and invited me over. As soon as I walked over, I took her hand away.
"You shouldn't be doing this on your own." I sucked on her finger and rubbed mines against her luscious lips, rubbing in a circular motion and gazing into her eyes. Then, as I suddenly slipped my finger into her cunt that "whoosh" sound was all I heard. She was so wet. She moaned and laid there; trying to control her squirming and squealing, but I gave no resistance. I slowly twisted and twirled my fingers inside her, doing the same with my tongue along her breast and nipple. Her titties were small but plump and firm. Big enough to fuck with if you asked me though.