“Girl, calm down,” Babi spoke calmly. “Here. Face.” She handed me the phone. “Tell her to stop calling. Let her know that you’re deep in this pussy, and aint gone be free for the remainder of the evening.”
“Stop calling my phone, Keke,” I did as I was told.
“Oh, wow, nigga. I can’t believe that you handling me like this, but you got it!” Keke fumed, before disconnecting the call.
“Good boy,” Babi tittered.
Frankly, I was pleasantly surprised. I thought that maybe she was acting cool about everything to appear in control to Keke. However, I honestly expected her to go off, or ask questions, after Keke hung up. But none of the above happened. Instead, Babi went right back to the task at hand.
Then like a good girl, she lifted her ass, allowing my dick to fall out of that pussy. She then reached between her thighs, and rubbed her own clit, before reaching around, smearing her wetness all over her asshole. Right after, she spread those ass cheeks, and sat her asshole on the head of my dick, before sitting down on it.
“Ahhhhh,” I gasped, as she rocked that ass back and forth. “Babi—” I whimpered, feeling like a bitch, as she rested her stomach on my legs, and licked my toes. “Oh, my God.” My head fell back. “Babi…”
Taking her time, she rode my dick, while I squeezed my eyes tightly. I already knew that if I opened my eyes, then I was nutting on the spot. The sight was enough alone.
“Damn, girl,” I wheezed as she sat up, and wobbled her ass cheeks.
“That’ll do it,” I grunted, while beads of sweat dripped down my face, as I exploded in her ass.
Abruptly, she hopped o" my dick, and spread those cheeks again. She contracted her pussy and ass, while my nut gushed out of both.
Letting my head fall back onto the pillow, I smiled a mile wide. Half dead and all. Knowing that I officially had blinders on, and literally couldn’t see those other broads.
Babi
“Babi, you got a passport, right?” Face stepped up to me naked, after hopping out of the shower.
I shook my head, as I laid across the bed with his semen still seeping out of me. “No.”
“No?” He frowned. “How is that?” I shrugged. “It just is.”
“That’s crazy,” he grumbled, as he ambled around the bed, and grabbed his phone o" the nightstand.
Withmyheadproppedinmyhand,Iwatchedhimcall somebody.
“Hey, Eddie, man, what’s up?” He enquired. “Oh, I can’t call it. But yeah, man, I need you to get a passport for me. ASAP.”
I hooded my eyes, wondering where this was going.
“Yeah, I need it done today, on the cool. Yeah, she can come up there in the next hour. Her name is Keshawn Davenport. Yeah.”
I frowned, after hearing my real name.
“Okay, cool. She’ll be there…bet.” He ended the call, before his eyes traveled to mine. “Babi, go get dressed. He’s making a slot just for you. You got your birth certificate and shit at that apartment, right?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay, well chop-chop.” He clapped his hands. “Get up and get to it.”
Sighing, I slowly sat up. “I guess you aint gon bother asking me nothing, I see.”
He sucked his teeth. “Anyway. Go handle that. And meet me at the mall—” He caught himself. “Nah, fuck that, cause then we’ll be in separate cars. Just go grab the stuff you need, and go get the passport. I’ll pick you up from there.”
I frowned in confusion. “And leave my car there?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll handle that. Don’t even trip. Just do what I asked you to do.”
I scooted out of the bed. “Okay.”
