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bed.
    â€œBring that dick over here,” Vanessa said once all of his clothes were removed.
    Vanessa aggressively slammed him on the satin sheets that laid on her queen-sized bed. She straddled her legs on Fresh and winced as he spread her love wide open with his thickness. Vanessa bounced until he filled her, then contracted her muscles as she lifted her knees and slid up and down his pole. Fresh lifted his head to watch his member disappear into her flesh and he rotated his hips in an attempt to match her stroke. Vanessa abruptly stopped and kissed his lips before swallowing his dick down her deep throat. She licked him from the tip of his manhood to the entrance of his backside, while she stroked him and fondled his balls.
    â€œOh, shit,” he moaned as he put his hands in her hair and guided her up and down, making her appear as if she were bobbing for apples. She hopped back on top and rode him backward, giving him a magnificent view of her voluptuous ass cheeks. He parted them, wet his finger, and tickled her crack.
    â€œBoy, you know that makes me cum,” she whined. “Stop, Fresh ... I want to ride this dick all day.”
    Her pleas fell on deaf ears, because Fresh continued to stroke her crack until he reached her anus. He stuck a finger inside and she sucked him in like a vacuum. She began to ride him faster, her big behind bouncing on his balls, causing shivers to run the length of his spine. She worked her muscles and clapped her ass cheeks all while he fingered her hole until they both climaxed in ecstasy. The ringing of his cell phone interrupted them. Fresh tapped her on the behind gently, signaling for her to get up so that he could retrieve the call. He reached for his pants and looked at the caller ID to see that it was Amanda. He put his finger to his lips to signal for Vanessa to be quiet. She rolled her eyes, knowing that it had to be another bitch and got up from the bed as Fresh took his call. She wanted to tell him not to disrespect her by talking to his chick right in front of her, but she knew her place. She was happy to just have her spot in his life. A lot of women around her way would kill to be Fresh’s side chick, so she had to play her position. She’d rather be number two than have no spot on the team at all.
    â€œHey, baby, what’s good?” he answered.
    â€œNothing. I was thinking about you. What you doing?”
    â€œChilling down town with this nigga, Rusty,” Fresh lied.
    â€œOkay, baby, handle your business. When you finish, come by and check me, if it’s not too late,” she said, her woman’s intuition kicking in, making her feel insecure.
    â€œI got you, baby,” Fresh replied, flipping his phone closed. He looked toward Vanessa, who wore her heart on her sleeve. Her quivering lip, folded arms, and sad eyes were a clear indication that she was unhappy.
    â€œHow long am I going to be a secret?” Vanessa snarled, snaking her neck.
    â€œCome on, don’t start that shit,” Fresh warned, brushing past her as he headed to the bathroom to clean up.
    â€œFuck that shit,” Vanessa sighed. “I ain’t nobody s secret, mu’fucka. I don’t know why you always fuckin’ with them Dominican bitches, anyway,” Vanessa screamed loud enough so Fresh could hear her.
    Fresh sighed and smartly replied, “Because Dominican bitches don’t get at me with all that lip.”
    Vanessa stuck up her middle finger and he shook his head.
    â€œYo, listen this ain’t no Dominican and black thing, I fuck wit’ who I’m feeling, you dig? I don’t want to hear that bullshit come out your mouth again,” he stated firmly.
    â€œI’m sorry, baby, I just want to be your main chick, you can’t be mad at that,” Vanessa said as tears flowed freely down her face.
    â€œVanessa, I don’t have one main chick. Every chick plays a certain part in my life, smell me?” Fresh