Ghetto Boy

"Shit, is that my car alarm?" Aaron asked, looking back at the door.

"Even if it is, you ain't gonna do shit about it, cracker," Shanequa teased. "You in the hood now."

That he was. In Shanequa's little ratty ass apartment. He could have insisted to take her back to his place. But she wanted him here. She wanted to know he could take everything about her.

"Yeah, you're right," Aaron admitted.

"Course I'm right. Now get back here and eat Momma's pussy."

Momma's pussy was well-fucked and Black and delicious, Aaron found. He'd been right to fixate on her. His tongue wandered down to her tight Black assring, colored coal, and he lathered attention upon it, sucking and tonguing it with a hunger he didn't know he had. She came thrice, clenching his soft mane of dark hair affectionately. She was surprised a white boy could be so hungry. It was late at night by the time she was done with him.

"You can sleep at the foot of my bed, boy. Don't snore or I'll kick your ass out."