...her long smooth legs. Gently lifted her ankles up onto my shoulders and with a firm grip on her waist, pulled her up off the couch to where she wrapped her arms around me. Her legs moved down pressing against my pulsating biceps to where her calves rested on my forearms. Her full round breasts heaving from excitement. Her nipples rubbed against the Gold chains that held the medallion that is my Zodiac symbol, Gemini. Her sweet fine ass was in my hands as I bounced her up and down while standing in the center of my Pussy Pad.
Higher and higher I threw her. Her hair spreading out in rhythmic explosions like fireworks each time the pulse of the strobe-light caught her.
There we were, I was standing nude with a beautiful nude blond with her legs wrapped around me, she was moaning and begging me not to stop, Curtis Mayfield's "Tripping Out" was on the turntable and just then this girl grabs my face in her hands and whispers, "You got my spot, baby. You mark me the deepest."
And with that, she explodes!
Then she collapsed, exhausted, wet. I laid her on the floor and stood over her looking down. Looking down at how beautiful she was and how big I was.
I moved over to the coffee table where her purse sat. I opened it up. I saw the gun, a Kahr E9. In her boot was a Taurus PT111 and a blade, this bitch knew her shit!
I dumped her purse onto the table. Her two fake passports, lock picks, lipstick, a thick roll of Hundreds and a Tampon rolled out.
Don't know who she thinks she's fooling, but it ain't me!
I bolt into the kitchen, grab a roll of Black duct tape out of a drawer and move back into the room. I peel off the end of tape and wrap it around this chick's ankles. I flip her over and pull her wrists together behind her back. I stand up. I lift the needle up and back a few tracks to, "Move On Up" and then tape her wrists back to her ankles. She turned her face to me. Hair all wet against her blushed cheeks and swollen Red lips.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked in a defeated low voice.
I couldn't help looking at that beautiful ass all round up in the air and her legs bent back, back arched, arms pulled back, "Look sugar, any fine momma come tell me she loves my podcast and she has advertisers ready to buy time... And she's got two fake passports both saying you're from Geneva. Sista, I put Two and Two together and it adds up to you."
"What are you going to do with me?
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