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She moaned endlessly as wave after wave of
ecstasy seized her and took her to a wonderful world where only pleasure and
excitement existed. He pulled her down to him and took her breasts in his
mouth, sucking on them while his hands stroked her buttocks and pressed them
down on his cock. He slammed himself against her until she felt her body jerk
involuntarily as another wave of earth-shattering orgasm knocked the senses out
of her. He rolled her body around and climbed above her. He grabbed her legs and
folded them backwards flat against her chest as her fed his strong erection
into her…
    ‘Rosina!’
    The bark came
from her producer, waking Rosina from her wayward daydream. She stared sheepishly
at the fool.
    ‘You’re on,’ he
said with an annoyed expression on his face.
    Rosina forced
her mind back to the present and composed herself. She cleared her throat as
the studio went live.
    ‘President Obama
says…’
     
    * *
* * *

Still unable to
get the thoughts of him out of her mind, Rosina sat at her desk inside her
office and scanned the Internet for news from around the world. Her distraction
reigning supreme, she eventually picked up the phone and called him.
     
    * *
* * *

He was at his apartment,
sitting on a chair by the window, reading To Kill A Mocking Bird , when
his cellphone rang. He answered it. ‘Amazing.’
    ‘Huh?’
    ‘You did actually
think of me.’
    ‘Not really,’ she
countered.
    ‘I only started
to think of you the moment I picked up the phone.’
    ‘Comforting to
know.’
    She laughed.
‘Listen, I was thinking maybe we can do dinner at my place this evening.’
    ‘I’m listening.’
    ‘That’s it.’
    ‘That’s what?’
    ‘Are you coming
or not?’
    ‘You didn’t ask,’
he teased.
    ‘It was implied
in my suggestion.’
    ‘What
suggestion?’
    ‘Okay,’ she said
with an exasperated sigh. ‘You are not gonna make this easy for me, are you?’
    ‘No, I’m
playing. It’s a great idea. What time?’
    ‘Seven.
Eightish?’
    ‘Alright.’
    ‘It’s number 18
at the Lombardy Heights.’
    ‘The high life.’
    ‘We try to enjoy
it while we can.’
    ‘Ha-ha-ha,’ he
mimicked in feigned laughter.
    ‘See you at
eight.’
    ‘Okay.’
    ‘Bye.’
    ‘Okay.’
    End of call.
     
    * *
* * *

Rosina Ameliano
lived in an opulent apartment at the Lombardy Heights on Sixth Avenue. It had
three bedrooms, a big living room and a wide terrace.
    Presently she arrived
at the apartment to find some packed suitcases in the hallway. She went into
the living room and found herself face to face with a big Black man who stood tall
like a giant inside the living room, playing with a big phone in his hand.
    She greeted him apprehensively.
‘Hello.’
    ‘Hi,’ he
bellowed in a deep booming voice.
    Paulina emerged
from her room. ‘Oh, there you are, Rosie.’
    Rosina frowned at
Paulina. ‘Hi.’
    ‘Um, this is
Darrien,’ said Paulina, referring to the big man. ‘Honey, this is my very good
sister, Rosina. She’s good at everything she does, that’s why we call her that.’
    ‘Pleasure to
meet you,’ he bellowed again in his astounding voice.
    ‘Same here,’
responded Rosina, and then she turned to face Paulina. ‘Paulina, can I have a
minute?’
    Paulina blew a
kiss at Darrien before following her sister. ‘We won’t be long, baby.’
    They got into Paulina’s
room and closed themselves inside.
    ‘Paulina, what are
you doing?’
    Paulina’s face was
a picture of puzzlement. ‘What do you mean, big sis?’
    ‘Who’s…no…what’s that ?’
    ‘My new
boyfriend. I thought I told you about him?’
    ‘Yes, but you
didn’t tell me he was a big monster with a huge knife scar on his cheek.’
    ‘He’s got a big,
really lovely cock and he fucks like a maniac. I love him.’
    ‘You only met
the guy two weeks go,’ Rosina said pointedly.
    ‘Life’s too
short,’ Paulina smiled mischievously, heading for the door. ‘Goodbye, honey.’
    ‘Where’re