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hastily undid her jeans and within seconds, Vince had her bent over the large king sized bed raw-doggin’ that ass.
    “Hmm…ah…just the way I like it,” Asia closed her eyes and dreamily purred. His hard thrusting had her clutching the bed-sheets as she was ravaged by his thick black shaft.
    “You like this big black dick in you, huh, white bread?” Vince laughed and teased grabbing her sides as he continued to tear into her.
    “Ooh…ooh, I love it. Don’t stop. Oh hmm… Yes…don’t fuckin’ stop!” Asia screamed.
    “You wanna have a black baby wit’ me, white bread? Huh. Ain’t a white boy alive that can fuck you like me?”
    “Hell no…oh God no…! I wanna have a big dick baby by you!”
    Vince laughed loudly. Her pussy was tight sucking all of him inside. He came and didn’t bother to pull out. Vince exploded deep inside her. They continued to put wrinkles and stains in the expensive, green, satin sheets.
    As the day wore on, everyone continued to get more twisted. Vince, Tyriq and Spoon exchanged partners. Blowjobs were being performed and the girls even allowed anal penetration.
    Dusk descended quickly. Vince peeked at his watch and saw that it was ten minutes after seven. He didn’t care because his mind was cloudy with haze and the liquor in his system made him super-relaxed.

    “Yo, we outta blunts,” Tyriq said.
    “Damn, I wanted to roll up another phat one,” Spoon said.
    “Yo, y’all niggas need to go to the store and get some more,” Susan suggested. She was nestled against Spoon tickling his nuts.
    “Yo, I’m fucked up right now,” Vince said.
    “Y’ all niggas c’mon…I wanna get high again,” Susan said. “Let’s go to a bodega.”
    The fellows laughed. “Bitch, what you know about a bodega?” Tyriq said.
    “Probably more than you, my nigga,” Susan returned.
    “This bitch doing her thang but she crazy,” Spoon chuckled. “Fuck it, let’s make this run.”
    “Yo, I ain’t goin’ no fuckin’ where right now, ayyite nigga?” Tyriq stated.
    “Nigga, get your bitch ass up and do this run to the store thang,” Spoon said.
    “Nigga, you a grown man…shit, take one of the bitches wit’ you,” Tyriq exclaimed.
    “Yo, I’ll roll wit’ you Spoon,” Vince said.
    “I’ll come with y’all too,” Susan chimed.
    “Yo, when I come back from this thang, I’m gonna fuck you up, nigga,” Spoon said to Tyriq in a tipsy slur--clowning around.
    Susan was loud and obnoxious as she strutted to the Acura. She looked high in her ruffled skirt, bikini top and her hair in confusion from the continuous fucking.
    “My niggas…say what…my niggas…say what…we poppin’ bottles and fuckin’ models…” Susan sang offbeat, E&J strongly influencing her actions.
    The same nosey neighbor watched them getting into the car. This was a proud neighborhood and the neighbor was not thrilled about this ruckus. Susan acting the fool while getting into a car with two rough looking black men. The cops needed to be notified.
    Spoon started the car bumping Eye 4 N Eye .
    As time goes by an eye 4 an eye…
We in this together sun your beef is mine…

so long as the sunshine can light up the sky we in this
together sun your beef is mine…
    “Oh shit! That’s my niggas right there, Nasty Nas, Mobb Deep and Raqwon, the Chef. Pump that shit!” Susan shouted bobbing her head offbeat.
    “Bitch, you ain’t got no fuckin’ rhythm to that thang,” Spoon said.
    “Yeah, but I had rhythm when you was in this pussy and I was swallowing your seeds,” she countered.
    Both men laughed.
    Whoop-Whoop…
    “Driver, pull your car over to the side,” the cop shouted through a loud speaker.
    “Ah fuck!” Spoon shouted.
    Vince’s high suddenly vanished when he saw the cops pulling them over. There was a drunk, scantily clad white girl in the backseat half-sleep and the parkway was a few minutes away.
    Spoon knew there was half a pound of weed in the trunk, and a loaded 9mm under the