Lavida tugged at her light-green spaghetti top and let it drop to the floor, and her small, erect breasts were visible through the small see-through bra. Her jeans shorts could not be described as small, if they could hold that size of ass. From her brown oval face, the gap made by one missing teeth among her milk-white dentals, her purple sensual lips, her rather sleepy eyes, her waist that appeared slim in contrast to her wide hips, her long legs: she was desirable every inch of the way.
Con found his breath whistling through his nostrils. If there ever was a sista that looked desirable, this one did! Her shy smile didn’t spoil things at all. Lucas found himself entranced by the line of her combed jeans shorts that was pressed against her very flat tummy below her navel.
“Wow, baby,” Jamal said, his voice a bit uneven. He threw his t-shirt off to show his muscular chest and arms. As if by cue, Lucas and Con did the same.
“You know, she’s a bit too cute for this kind of thing...” Lucas began. “She’s a queen...”
“She sure is,” Con said, and grabbing Lavida’s hair and tilting her head back, proceeded to give her a very long kiss. Jamal fell on his knees behind her and grabbed her shorts, that is, her ass and whistled. “Baby, you are built like a work of art,” he said with appreciation, and moved his hands up and down so that her well-shaped big ass shook like it was on springs.
“You damn ravenous wolves,” Lucas protested, “what do you know about foreplay?” He pushed Con away and pulled Lavida towards him and away from Jamal. “She’s a dancer! Come on, babe, dance for us. You won the damn show.”
“There’s no music,” Lavida smiled, still rather out of breath after that kiss. A vision of Trevor swum into her mind and she wiped it off with a shake of her head. Screw Trevor! She’d show him who was the better player.
“You know how we do it in Inglewood...I got me some nasty hip hop booty-shaking stuff right here for my gal,” Jamal grinned, and walked over to the computer that was connected to a speaker.
“You call that romantic?” demanded Con, still rather dazed by that kiss. His dick was throbbing through his shorts, and he was rather impatient. The agenda was to undress and start a three or foursome: why not start right away?
“Hey, no cameras, guys, as we agreed,” Lavida said as the hip hop number blared through the room, and she began to move, her waist, hips, hands and head moving rhythmically in a sexy, co-ordinated manner that had the boys glued on her attentively, while they subconsciously moved their heads to the beat and the rap.
The music soon changed to a slower number and Lavida began to move in a sensual, slower motion. “Now that’s sexy music,” Lucas said, stepping away from the computer. He moved closer to Lavida and his hands found a knot at the back of her bra and undid it, and threw the bra towards the longest light-green couch.
The sight of those erect small breasts was like a drug to the boys, and Lucas and Con threw their tops off, and Lucas was soon buck-naked, having thrown even his underwear off and was fondling those breasts. “Please tell me you suck,” he said.
“Suck?” Kisha looked a bit puzzled, but there was no time for much contemplation as somebody undid the button of her Jeans shorts and unzipped them, pulling them down to reveal that brown lovely, very well-shaped ass and only a red thong underneath! That was Con.
“Look at that!” Lucas exclaimed, putting his palms around her waist. “Such a slim waist and such a big ass. I call it Figure Eight.” He spanked her right ass, and she winced. “Ouch!”
“Did I hurt you, baby?” Lucas was behind her and was kissing her ear from the side. His dick was getting hard, pressed against her incredibly soft ass.
Jamal pulled her towards the couch, and Lucas and Con followed as if by magic.
Jamal pushed Lavida down to her back on the couch, her long legs resting on the floor, still her feet inside her high-heeled open shoes. His fingers touched her thong on the front, and pulled it to one side, revealing a black forest of hair that grew from the top of her V-triangle down to somewhere below her pussy. He suddenly inserted two fingers into her soft warmth and proceeded to move them rapidly up and down, from the lower end of her pussy to the top where her clit was, half hidden under the hairy hood. There was the sound of sucking and splashing as his fingers moved swiftly up and down her already wet pussy, and Kisha’s mouth formed an O as she stared up with wide eyes at Jamal’s grinning face, and then he was on his knees, pulling the thong’s scanty front aside and bringing his tongue down to her clit, where he began to suck and move his tongue along her clit and pussy as she began to gasp and moan. As Jamal stood up and freed his tortured dick from his tortured boxers, she grabbed his huge dick with her hands and looked up at him with a shy smile.
“Can I have my dick back, baby? I may need it for the next thing I plan on doing,” he joked.
Lavida bent forward and began to suck his shaft, but it was too big for her small sensual mouth and her lips were just moving around the sides and the tip.
Jamal pushed her back and brought his tounge down to her clit.