"Damn... I wanna fuck that bitch so fuckin' bad," Carlo muttered quietly, sliding his eyes down the length of Megan's body. She was standing about 20 feet away, holding her man's hand tightly as he stopped briefly to talk with some niggas he knew in that neighborhood. "You think JayJay will let us hit?"
"I don't know, man." Mack took a long drag then passed the blunt to Carlo. "He seems like he's really feelin' her. That nigga don't wanna share no more. Megan got him twisted or somethin'...hard to say." Mack let the smoke drain from his nose and mouth.
"She looks fine as hell, that's for sure." Kase took the blunt from Carlo, momentarily tearing his gaze from the sexy girl and casting his eyes to the floor. "I wouldn't mind bendin' her over and takin' that ass from her."
"She probably likes rough sex. That's why she's all sprung off Jay." Carlo flopped down on the cement steps outside his dingy apartment. He gulped some tequila straight from the bottle.
"Man, shut up...here they come," Mack whispered, then in a much louder voice: "What's up my nigga?" He extended his hand to give daps to Jay.
"What it do, my niggas?" Jay gave daps to Carlo and Kase, then introduced the beauty. "This is my girl, Megan. Megan, these are my boys."
"Nice to meet you." Her voice was pure cane sugar. She smiled an innocent but seductive smile. "Baby, I'm thirsty." Her attention was back on Jay.
"We got lots to drink." Carlo responded eagerly. "What do u want? Juice? Soda? Liquor?"
"Juice sounds good..."
"Man, get me a cup of Hennessey or something." Jay called to Carlo who was already headed into the apartment. Jay pulled Megan behind him as he followed Carlo.
Mack and Kase gave her a nice stare-down as she walked past them. She was wearing tight jeans and a little yellow halter top. Her round ass rose and fell with each step. She had long cocoa-colored hair and light brown eyes. Her lips were extremely pouty; just perfect for sucking cock.