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there," she sang.
    Hours before quitting time, Persha couldn’t keep her eyes off the clock. She knew the hands of time were only moving slowly because she was going to meet her man after work. Theirs was turning into quite the fairytale romance. Years ago, she would’ve given her right arm and her first born for this type of relationship with him.
    Persha was so thrilled to be in this situation. Despite his wife at home, Clarke was still able to make her feel like the one and only woman in his life.
     
    ~ The Secret Taboo

    Clarke rolled off of Persha’s moist body exhausted and fulfilled. He glanced over at her with a look of sheer satisfaction plastered across his face. She was still catching her breath. Her legs trembled as she adjusted herself and snuggled her body up next to his.
    "Damn Shorty, you just get better and better," he confirmed.
    She thought the words, but didn’t dare ask them, although she wanted to desperately. Better than her? His compliment warmed her heart. She had wanted to drain him, to give him unspeakable pleasures and unparalled bliss. Persha lifted her body up on one elbow and gazed down at him longingly.
    "Are you happy?" she asked.
    "Am I? Shorty, a brotha ain’t had nobody break it off like that in a long ass while. Girl, you just too much, too damn much," he sighed.
    She was beaming on the insides, but struggled to maintain a sense of modesty. She intended to give him the best pussy for as long as he’d take it, and she hoped that would be for a very long time.
    "Well, I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, and I’m not just talking about all the splendid sex either."
    "What?" Clarke faked concern. "You trynta say my sex ain’t the bomb-diggity?" he joked.
    Persha shook her head vigorously. "No, no no, Mr. Hudson that’s not what I’m saying at all. Parish the thought!" she giggled.
    "Hmmm, I didn’t think so, ‘cause a brotha would have to wake Mandingo back up again," he teased.
    Persha’s eyebrows shot up. "Is that a threat? I mean are you willing to back that up?"
    Before she realized what was happening, he took her by the back of the head and lowered her down to his pelvic area. Persha didn’t hesitate to open her mouth and revive his limp member.
    The minute she felt him stiffen between her lips, she straddle him quickly and wiggled her hips to help offer him a better fit. He grabbed her hips, guiding her body just right.
    "Emmmm, Clll-arke," she moaned. Persha reached up and rubbed her own breasts.
    "Yes, Persha."
    She rocked her hips, then palmed his chest, raking her fingers along its ridges. Persha squeezed her eyes shut and savored the sensation of him delving deep within the walls of her womb.
    "Damn girl, I’m about to…"
    Persha rocked her body even harder. She leaned forward, shoving her bare breasts into his face. He responded by palming, then squeezing them together.
    "Oh, yes Clarke, that’s it baby, that’s exactly what I like," she cooed.
    "I know, Shorty I know. Remember, I know all about you… this is still my pussy baby." he responded before suckling both nipples at the same time.
    Round two ended in an eruption of physical euphoria for them both. As she struggled to catch her breath, her mind tossed around his last words before she snuggled up next to his sweaty body and closed her eyes.
    "Remember, I know all about you… this is still my pussy baby."
    You damn straight it is. She smiled as his words rang out in her head, she tried to get some rest.
     
    The aftermath
     
    ~ Persha

    Two weeks after the restaurant reunion, Clarke was knocking at Persha’s front door. With flowers in hand, he glanced around the darkened parking lot, and rang the doorbell when she didn’t answer right away.
    "Aeey Boo," he greeted, the moment she opened the door.
    She smiled, at the fact that he brought flowers every time he visited.
    Thirty minutes after he arrived, Clarke sat across from Persha to enjoy dinner by candlelight. She had prepared T-bone