Everyone is over 18 years of age.
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Doing her best not to make any noise, Rashida slowly let the door knob click and gently slid the dead bolt through. She smiled and applauded herself on the inside considering how tipsy she was.
Another year, another birthday. Amy, one of her most important friends in the world, was turning in another day and she hasn't missed a party, yet. It was nice to see all the familiar faces, including her pain-in-the-ass sister-friend, Aubrey, who put this situation with her nephew into motion in the first place. Unknown to Rashida at the time, this was one of Aubrey's better ideas.
Laying her purse against the inside of the couch, Rashida flicked the nearest light switch and spotted her nephew sound asleep in the recliner. Quickly shutting it off, she stepped out of her heels and headed towards the stairs.
It felt wonderful to get out of her tight leather jacket and tossed it onto the bed. She stretched her arms out and then pulled her low cut tank over, tossing it into the laundry. Unbuttoning her jeans and dropping them to the floor, she kicked out of them, sending them into the pile. Lastly, she grabbed a random pair of specs from her desk and headed down the hall way to her bathroom in her undies.
Rashida pulled a light pink kimono from the door and didn't bother tying it after sliding it on. She pulled a scrunchie from the pouch and put her hair in a lazy pony tail to top off this usual night attire.
Quietly making her way down the stairs, she popped into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge.
"This night isn't over," she thought.
Reaching for the cookie jar, she definitely pulled out way more than she needed and threw one into her mouth. She stuck her hand in and grabbed another one and then closed the jar.
"No one will know."
Heading back up the stairs, Rashida stopped and sighed, "Shit, my phone."
Slowly heading back down, she sat the wine on the sofa and rummaged her purse. Landing on her wallet, she realized she forgot to give her nephew the forty dollars he needed for tomorrow. She glanced at the wine and nodded, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
Rashida stepped up to him and felt around on his chest for a shirt pocket and found nothing. Now aiming for his shorts, she slid around his hips, but found out he was only in boxers. As she pulled away, the back of her hand bounced off of something and she held still.
"You would have a gigantic fucking boner at two in the morning," she whispered.
Without hesitation, Rashida's hand went upright and curled around the fabric. She squeezed her delicate fingers into all of it and took in the warmth. She let out a small sigh and started tugging on him.
"I'm addicted to this big ridiculous dick," she admitted to him silently, stroking it through his shorts.
Letting go, Rashida went to her wine and removed the cap. After a generous and delicious drink, she sat it down beside the recliner and slid down onto her knees. She leaned her face into the under side of his boxers and filled her face with warm balls and a rigid thickness that she couldn't keep herself away from.
"Been a minute since I've had a hard cock in my mouth," she thought.
Rashida pulled away and tipped her wine back again. There wasn't a voice telling her not to do this, only the voice that told her to take care of her family.
"Between me and you, I've been wanting to suck it ever since I accidentally saw it in the shower," she revealed, "That was your second day in my house. Imagine that. I was the pervert all along."
She rested her hands onto the hem of his boxers and started to pull, "That's my secret, though."
The fabric was starting to reach it's limit and she prayed it wouldn't tear.
"I'm glad you're so well-endowed, but c'mon, baby," she pleaded. Just then it popped free and slapped against her hands.
"Jesus," she smiled, pulling it down and under his bloated sack. The fat saggy balls spilled out and down against the chair.
"You don't have to worry about anything, baby," she whispered, "I'm here for you."
Rashida wrapped both of her little hands around the base and couldn't connect her finger tips. She pulled up and felt the blood pumping against her palms and slowly pulled it back down. Stretching him out, she tightened her grip and pulled up, coaxing a juicy stream to dribble out and slide down onto her hand.
"Oh, let me," she whispered.
Her nephew's throbbing head was quickly wrapped up by her warm strong muscle and continually stroked out bead after bead against her taste buds.
"Mmm," she shivered.
His salty juices were starting to mix with her wine, creating an interesting taste, but one she wasn't against having more of. Rashida pressed her wet lips onto the mushy tip and sucked in, sealing him and fluttering her tongue into it rapidly.
Rashida's hands were in a quicker and more stable rhythm, pulling more and more hot cream into her luscious frothing trap. Her head started to bob into it, forcing their mingling fluids to slush around and coat him in a moist layer that turned her lips into a velvety squeeze with a hug that cuddled every vein.
She closed her eyes and let her hands slide around his big hefty balls. They were so large. This is their third time together and she's always mesmerized by the fullness hanging between his legs.
"This is my dick," she thought to herself, "I don't know if I can let anyone else have it. I'm jealous just thinking about it. What is wrong with me? How do I explain this if we ever get caught? Does it really matter? Could I lose my career? That's silly. This happens all the time, ri-?"
Rashida was caught up in her own head and was unaware he was in her throat and cutting off her air. She felt her chest starting to fall in and realized he was sliding against her tonsils. Her bottom lip came down and she coughed a watery mess against his nuts. She quickly smeared it all over her hands and massaged them with the soupy mess.
