"Damn Yoli."
She was asleep face down on the couch snoring into the pillow originally provided for me, but naturally forfeited by the tired woman after an impromptu shoot. Yoli was still in her birthday suit leaving me with an appreciation of her long and lean form. I was weary after spending a good chunk of time editing together a lot of the footage.
"Yeah?" She stirred turning toward me with one of her false eyelashes hanging off.
"Just admiring the visual." I commented.
"What, you wanna go some more, babe?" Yoli raised up finding the eyelash pulling it away with care and a chuckle.
"Don't tempt me."
Yoli pushed the lash against my cheek with a weary laugh earning a loud slap to her loose, heart shaped butt. She giggled and squirmed around inadvertently encouraging me to smack that thing a few more times before she captured my wrist. We ended up kissing and making out for a few minutes before my lust kicked it into overdrive.
She knew my habits well flattening herself against the couch turning her head sideways in my direction. I caressed her head pushing my member between those big, puffy lips. Yoli's proficiency at giving head seemed unparalleled as she laid there perfectly still using only her mouth, vacuum sucking me on each outward stroke. Things were slow and sensual as I took her orally luxuriating in the feel of her mouth and throat. The visual of my member drawing backward out of her naturally clingy lips was exciting. I was compelled to get a knee up on the cushions at the top of her head grabbing the top of the couch, palming the back of her rounded pate with my other hand.
At this point, Yoli could play me like a fiddle knowing exactly when to change her technique up to keep things interesting. I'd spent half of the night enjoying her in this manner slowly panicking when I realized it would come to an end at some point. Her lips tightened up around me almost restricting my movements leaving one direction to go. I couldn't get over her complete absence of a gag reflex pushing deep enough that my cock's outline was visible in her slender neck. I drew backwards as she pursed her lips as hard as possible exploding in several scintillating pulses. Yoli followed me gradually raising her head working it in a sawing motion.
"Fuck, you like Peter North on some shit, or something." Yoli commented quickly cupping her hand under her mouth to catch my seed, swallowing it like she had innumerable times during the night.
"Who?"
"Old school porn stud; this guy was known for massive money shots. He looked sexually fluid half in half outta the closet with an Alan Thicke type hairdo and a West Hollywood bod. Used to just hose females down with his jizz."
"Alan Thicke, who's that?"
"Shut up and cuddle."
I climbed up onto the couch between her legs rolled us both on our sides in a warm, symbiotic embrace. We drifted off into deep slumber wrapped in each other's arms. I liked the feel of her body close to mine but knew not to give it much thought.
Hours later I woke up finding her gone to work and a posted attached to my forehead detailing as much. Yoli had rose two hours earlier going to work admitting in writing that I'd made it difficult for her to sit down after taking so many back shots during our night of mutual lust and filming. She wanted me to hang out relating that her object of unrequited love and admiration wanted me to stay put. I was cool with that, stoked at the possibility of messing around with Yoli further. I checked my messages further finding a few from my estranged cousin Jaquan. One had a pic attached worrying me as to the content.
"Fuck." My cousin and Renee were in bed together with their toddler daughter between them, one happy little family. I chaffed inside for a few moments before taking a closer look at the photo. Baby mamma number two was fast asleep along with her daughter. Jaquan, however, was smirking evilly like he'd one upped me or something.
"Alright, I got you cuz." I forwarded the photo to Yoli, who'd thought to leave her number behind on the posted. She'd instantly know why it had been sent and show it to her boss.
I went back to my laptop tapping away at it for a few minutes before I received a return message from Yoli with a brief video clip attached. I opened it watching Renee with eyes hidden behind her butterfly shades storming by Yoli's work station slinging her purse. The shop door slammed loudly as her phone cam turned revealing Yoli's beaming face.
"AH SHIT, SOMEBODY DONE FUCKED UP!!" Yoli did her best Chris Tucker imitation to a raucous chorus of laughter from the other women present in the shop.
I went back to working on a clip featuring my host walking down her hallway in a thong and heels. After posting the seconds long clip, I immediately saw activity ramp up along with activity on Yoli's blowjob clip which had been edited to obscure her identity. There was steady activity with a record number of buys which told me I'd been bookmarked or favorited by a number of visitors to the site. I found myself watching the clip wishing Yoli was present instead of working down at the shop. She was a true head queen with unparalleled talent in that regard.
There also quite a few messages in my inbox regarding Rashida Sikes, those teaser clips already past thousands of views as well. It seemed to be taking on a life of its own with most viewers convinced she was going to do some sort of boy girl scene. The front door suddenly opened revealing a visibly distraught Yoli.
"Hey Yoli, what's up?" I stood up to greet her, but she waved me off motioning towards the outside corridor.
"Just go downstairs; she's waiting for you." She was on the verge of tears.
"Uhm yeah, let me pack up my stuff." A few tears were already streaking down her chubby cheek alarming me. I wanted to go to her, but she reiterated her point motioning towards the open door.
"Don't worry, you can leave it here; Renee's waiting for you."
"Sure, okay." I measured my steps past her, finding that Yoli didn't want to meet my gaze stepping out into the corridor.
The door closed almost before I cleared it as Yoli lost it sobbing hard behind it. I tried the door finding it shut as the crying got louder. Loud, angry knocking interrupted me as I glanced down the narrow stairwell finding Renee Kelly outside the apartment glaring at me. Her eyes were still hidden behind those butterfly shades giving me pause. I took my time walking down the stairwell under her predatory gaze slowly opening the door to meet my fate.
"Get your ass out here!" The second I pulled the heavy door open, Renee reached in half snatching me out of the stairwell. She looped her arm in mine yanking me down the short stoop onto the pavement. We did a force march halfway up the street before she spoke.
"What're you doing sending shit to Yoli; you know that's my personal business, right nigga?" She had a death grip on my arm almost hissing into the side of my face. I didn't want to meet her eyes.
"I didn't have your number. I figured Yoli would show you the pic."
"Yeah, why'd you want me to see that fucking picture?"
"...uhm, well."
"ANSWER ME!!"
"Jac-Jaquan sent me that pic trying to rub my nose in it; I guess it worked because when I noticed you were sleeping in the photo; I knew he was false flagging. I uhm, knew you'd be mad if you saw it, Renee." Her palm collided with my face in a loud pancake slap. Renee turned pressing into my side grabbing a fistful of my t-shirt.
"Who is Jaquan?!!" When I didn't answer right away, she cupped my chin forcing me to look into her slanted eyes.
"He's your child's father."
"That's right he is Daisy's dad, so get that one undeniable fact through your fucking head, nigga!" I tried to look away, but she wrenched my chin back in her direction.
"Sorry." She released me with a shove, putting her hands on her hips.
"Man, I never thought you'd pillow talk me; I thought we were cool. Yeah, I know you were fucking that skinny thot, too! Shit, you didn't like Rashida; that bitch not your type or something?!" I rubbed my chin finally able to regard her.
