Her Ex's Shirts

Nia opened her apartment door and saw her ex-boyfriend Parker standing there holding a white paper bag with the top rolled top. "What?"

"I want my t-shirt back," said Parker.

"I don't recall you want them after I took them, so I assumed they were mine."

"That's before you cheated on me. Those are my favorite shirts, concert shirts from my favorite bands, and you know it. I'll trade you. This one," he held up the bag, "for all of mine."

"Sorry, no deal," said Nia. She went to shut the door, but Parker blocked the door. "Want me to call the cops?"

Parker mumbled something.

The next thing Nia knew, she was standing in her living room, and Parker was gone. "Huh?" She shrugged. "I need some air."

Nia left her apartment and walked to the nearby park. It was late Saturday morning, and it was full of young people from the college a few blocks away. As she walked down the path that encircled the park, she was stopped by a young man who was jogging the opposite way.

"May I help you?" asked Nia.

"Can I cum on your face?"

Instead of being shocked, Nia smiled. "Sure, want to suck me off, jack you off, or would you prefer to jack yourself off on me face?"