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  Antwan grunted, sliding his hands down to my waist, holding my body against his as he maneuvered our bodies so that he was laying between my legs and we were lying there on that wooden bench, his body pressed against mine. I guess he didn’t wanna hear another word about Sean. There I was, kissing Antwan, holding his face in mine as he started to dig into my soul. My heart pounded against his. I squealed with each stroke that he gave, the balls on the ends of his piercing pressing against my slippery walls with every stroke. Though we were fully dressed, the fact that he was inside of me as if we were completely naked sent my hormones soaring. Antwan bit my bottom lip a little, before sucking my lip into his mouth.

  “We need to take this back to the room, shawty.” Antwan moaned between kisses. “I want to take all of your muthafuckin’ clothes off. It’s too dark out here; I need to see that pussy. It feels fat as a muthafucka.”

  I sighed, heart pounding, nodding in agreement, melting in his mouth. “Okay.”

  My phone vibrated, laying on the bench, above my head.

  Antwan reached above my head for the phone. He pulled his lips from mine, looking at the display. He gave me a quick glimpse of Sean’s name flashing on the display, and before I could stop him from answering it, he answered it. “What’s good, homie? The fuck you want?”