Chapter 2584 I Want That Cock Badly(Sex-ventures):>Ep45
- I've been deep in thought, and the car has been practically driving itself, so I'm actually surprised when I realize I'm pulling into Carl's driveway. I'm equally surprised when I notice there's another car already there. It's a familiar car, a sharp little Mercedes-Benz 2-door sedan, but it's unexpected. I raise my eyebrows, exit my own car, and head for Carl's front door. It's open, except for the screen, as usual. The windows are open, and the sounds of fans are running inside. Carl likes it hot. There's music playing from the rear of the house, but it's not Carl's usual selection. I recognize "Make Me Feel," by Janelle Monae. Very un-Carl-like. I slip off my clothes and lay them on the arm of a living room chair, and pad towards the back.
- Past the kitchen, Carl's house has a sunken den, which he has converted into a fully equipped gym. No commercial gym can give a better workout. It's the source of the music, and it's also the source of the familiar, pungent smell of sweat, and sex. Carl is in the middle of the squat rack, sitting on the bench, darkly tanned and naked as usual. His arms are slightly raised and positioned forward, not to lift a weight, but to wrap around the flawless black ass of the most beautiful woman I know. Her smooth mound is leaning forward, her lower lips against his lips and tongue, and he's licking and sucking happily while he kneads her ass with his hands. They're oblivious to my presence, and I'm awed by the sight. Sonia is dark black, with smooth, luminous skin, high cheekbones, perfect lips, slightly Asian eyes, and very short curly hair that covers her round skull like a well-tended carpet. She's about my height, and a natural, muscular athlete, built like a cheerleader or a gymnast, which she was in college. I love Sonia, but I can't watch for long. I have a cunt full of Taylor's cum, and the view in front of me is threatening to flush it out amidst my own juices. Fortunately, I don't have to. Sonia quickly goes from rapid panting to a full-voiced, moaning orgasm. It sounds as nice as it looks, and now I don't have to feel guilty about interrupting.
- "Hi guys," I announce cheerfully. "I hope you have something left over for me!"