Agree to accompany Tyreke to his house (IE/WF)

From Create Your Own Story

"Let's go to your house," you tell him.

Tyreke smiles. "Sounds good." He cradles you against him again and walks three blocks to a medium-sized house in a solidly middle-class neighborhood. "Won a few mill in the lottery a few years back, so I don't have to work," he explains after getting you inside and locking the front door. "Bought this place, put the rest in T-bills and I live off the interest."

"It's cozy," you say as Tyreke gives you the dime tour, ending in the single bedroom. He removes your clothing and then his own. He lies you on the bed and kisses you, softly at first, then firmly. You twine tongues with the gentle giant. His hands caress your body with delicacy and finesse, sending shivers through you.

"You're... good at that," you tell him.

Tyreke smiles. "I used to be a professional masseur, little lady." His touch soon has you on fire. You reach down and stroke his enormous pole as he rubs your slit, then teases your button with his thumb. You spread your legs and he slowly, carefully inserts a finger the size of a banana inside you. He moves it around, hitting a few spots you didn't know you had, and you climax.

"Oh, my," you pant when you're able to speak coherently.

Tyreke grins. "I think you should be on top. 69 or do you want to try and ride me?"

His pole is almost a foot long and at least 4 inches around.

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