My thick, chocolate nipples are erect and ready for gentle licks from a soft, warm tongue. Oh God, how I need to be made love to. I’m so goddamn horny for more than what I’ve been getting. I love sex—lots of it. But I am sooooo not enjoying this shit. My neglected cunt lips and clit ache for more than some half-assed tongue lick. God, what did I do to deserve this shit? I ponder as two thumbs spread open my slit and Kareem’s tongue flicks inside a few times, then . . . just like that . . . it is over! This niggah has got to be kidding me! Why, Lord? I was never a whore or a cheat. I have always respected my pussy. Never, ever letting every man who wanted to fuck get up in it, and this is the thanks I get? A lousy, three-lap pussy lick! What lesson am I to learn from being sexually deprived? I press my eyes shut. I am desperately trying to keep from looking into the handsome face of my on-again, off-again man of five years—as he lifts my legs up over his broad, chocolate shoulders and swiftly pushes his thick, eight-inch dick in, then rapidly pumps in and out of me.
