Jessica Laughs

"His girl?," she said, her laugh openly mocking, as she stood up "Mmm no. Not anymore, but he is about to decide if he wants to be mine or not."

"W...wha?" I start to stammer

"Shut up." She says, her tone suddenly harsh and commanding

Without thinking, I fall silent. Trevon, now fixing himself a drink by the fridge, laughs deeply.

"Good boy. You're catching on fast." Jessica says, walking out from behind the table towards me.

"Here's what's going to happen, Chris. You can do one of to things..." she says, still walking towards me, "A. You can walk out that door, crying like the sad, little dicked, sissy boy you are, and never see me again."

She had reached me now, smiling, and giving her ass a bit of an extra shake as she walked past me. Reaching the couch, she sits down, reclines, and spreads her legs, exposing her cum drenched pussy.

"Or, B." She says, wagging a finger at me, "you can come over here, get on your knees, and eat every drop of his cum out of my fucking pussy."

My mouth drops. I can barely believe what I'm hearing.

"Well?" She says, tone impatient now