When N hit my line at 4:17 a.m. on a Sunday morning, I already knew what was up. It had been a rough work week, and I'd spent the weekend lounging on my couch, smoking, watching Netflix. Was going on hour three when my phone buzzed. It was N.
I sat up.
What u doin? Her message asked.
Trying to do you, I shot back.
N was a bratty little scorpio who had moods like a thunderstorm. Last time we talked was two or three weeks ago, because suddenly she'd decided she needed to spend more time with her husband and daughter.
But I couldn't forget the way she looked with my dick in her. Like she was love drunk, exhausted and high off all the cum I could give her...I knew I had her addicted, and that it would only be a matter of time before she hit me up again. And now, here she was.
Another message came through from N: 😈
My dick stirred in my shorts.
You alone? She asked.
Waiting on you. I already had my hand down my pants, gripping my shaft.
The little thought bubble popped up in our chat window. I timagined her with her little tongue poking out, all hot and squirming.
Omw, she said.
If I knew N, she'd snuck off using the gym as an excuse. She'd probably worked out and then didn't shower after because she knew her scent would make me jump on her. I got up, cleaned, and took a hot shower, then rubbed oil on my deep brown skin until it shined.
N's knock was right on time. I answered the door naked, my dick oiled and heavy.
She was just my type. Short, chubby, brown skinned with a heavy ass and thick thighs that looked extra juicy in her pink workout pants. She wore a light blue windbreaker over small, delicious titties, and the outline of her nipples was just barely visible through the fabric. She wore her natural hair pulled back into a puff, which stuck out of the back of her pink baseball cap. When she saw me, she looked me up and down, licking her lips.
"May I come in?"
