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keeping his eyes on her
     as he handed over his business card. “My cell number is at the
     bottom.”
    She read each and every letter and number. “Oh, okay. I’m in
     Inglewood. I’ll call you. See you in an hour.”
    “I’m in Ladera. Actually, would you like to come by my
     place?”
    “Sure. I’ll be there.” Miki began to walk away and looked
     back. “And you’ve got a condom, right?”
    “I’ve got a ton of them,” he assured her with a naughty
     grin.
    Miki spoke in a private tone to his wide, V-shaped back as he hurried toward
     his silver Corvette, walking like a stud in what she noticed to be some very big
     shoes. She shook her head in amazement. “Uh, uh, uh. I’ll bet
     that’s a Trojan Magnum XL there. I’m gonna fuck the shit outta his
     big, fine ass.”

2

“I Wanna Sex You Up”
    Miki
    T he royal blue nine o’clock
     nighttime skies, lukewarm evening air, sparkly diamond-like stars, and full,
     luminous milky moon helped to set the mood above the manicured cul-de-sac street
     where one particular expensive ranch-style home contained macho bachelor
     and long-time resident big-shoes Dwayne Grace and his guest.
    Barefoot, he made his way along the Brazilian oak flooring of the art deco
     hallway after brushing his teeth in the grand bathroom of his lower Ladera
     Heights master bedroom suite. His hazel eyes met an alluring vision named Miki
     Summers, the tall, sexy, self-proclaimed nymphomaniac he’d known for only
     an hour and a half, who was seductively awaiting his return. Like him, she was a
     slave to the unrelenting powers of her own intense sexual urges. It was a
     distinct addictive need that was stronger than the both of them. She lay
     awaiting an exchange of anticipated mutual top-shelf sexual prowess, as though
     she was his female equal.
    Miki was sprawled butt naked on top of the milk-chocolate sheets of
     Dwayne’s massive, high-gloss cherrywood sleigh bed, which matched his
     distinctive design colors of maroon, tan, and coffee bean. A soulful, old-school
     jam—“Stranger” by L.T.D.—serenaded their coming
     together.
    Her thirty-five-inch legs were spread wide. Her body was the color of dark
     rum, like her curly, bushy pubic hair. Her tits were pleasingly plump, like her
     beautiful, bountiful ass. Her thighs were thick like her juicy, generous lips.
     He couldn’t have asked for more if he’d personally designed her
     himself.
    Dwayne’s red-boned face and low-hanging cinnamon dick, which matched
     his size fourteen feet, reacted at the same time. Both smiling bigger than a fat
     kid with a triple dip banana split with double fudge and three fresh, red
     cherries and chopped pistachio nuts on top.
    He removed a towel from around his neck. He smelled like amber spice soap. He
     stood upon the mocha rug. His six-five frame hovered over Miki’s curvy
     body. His grand manhood pointed directly at her approving face.
    He’d placed a trio of almond candles on the oversized dresser. The tiny
     votives flickered along the buff walls like they were blazing from a
     wood-burning fireplace. There was a half-empty bottle of banana red MD 20/20 on
     the nightstand. Both Dwayne and Miki had taken extralong swigs. The red liquid
     surely helped them build up the nerve, though neither really needed a spinning
     head to entice them to get their freak on. The problem was, it never turned
     off.
    Miki looked up at Dwayne’s long, muscular frame.
    Her dark eyes said
willing to please.
    His light eyes said the same.
    Even though her exposed pussy was prone, he brought his dick to her cocoa
     lips and inched inside her mouth. Her wide, extended tongue traced the shape of
     his wide shaft. She adjusted herself just so and took the oral-receiver
     position, slurping and sucking as he poked his lengthy penis down her throat
     farther and farther. It sounded like she was gargling. Her moans had depth. She
     obviously had no problem with him meeting her tonsils. She