“I UM….” I start
“Do you think I am pretty?” she blurts out not looking up from the ground. Taking me aback, I have to think about my response from the question. She then looks at me, eyes almost welling up. I then lose all my nervousness and see she is in need of something more than sex, she needs a friend.“You are very beautiful, um….Miss?”
“Yzuri…” she says with a smile
“Yzuri,” I repeat “You are very beautiful, do you not think so?”I ask.“I don’t know…” she looks down. “I am 28, a good Christian girl, in college to become a Respiratory Therapist, I have everything I could ever ask for…” she then looks at me and those hazel eyes that have been piercing through my mental. Behind those gleaming eyes, I see a lot of pain, a lot of sadness as her juicy plump lips echo words that will probably stay with me for a while: “Where is my love?”
Again, another question that makes me stop and contemplate for a second, I recover quickly as I see she is looking for an answer:
“Well, maybe it’s just not that time yet…I mean you are a beautiful, biracial and intelligent, that is the perfect package for a man!” She giggles, finally a sense of comfort comes over her. That comfort quickly leaves as another thought hits her mind, she sighs: “I thi-I think it’s because I’m big…”
The words seem to croak out of her mouth like they were burrowed into her stomach. She stars off into the small hotel, It hurts her so much that she starts to tear up. The pain seems to ripple through her like a tidal wave, as she buckles into her hands. Awkwardness starts to ripple through me, but that too is diminished by sadness.
I then felt the urge to gently grab her face, “You know you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, I say in all truthfulness. Yzuri continues to gaze at me, those same hazel eyes now filled with water, but now, the to curiosity a little bit of lust. She leans in to kiss my neck, getting a hit of musk. I get turned on feeling every urge to return the favor. Her opal painted fingernails trace my chest, her hands, Lukewarm begin to travel to the drawstrings on my pants. “I’m ready,” she whispers faintly in my ear. Her hands are now in my pants, she has a good grip of my manhood. Her hands go in an upward/downward motion. I start to let out moans. I take control, snatching off her brown coat to reveal a small black tee and feel on her breasts through her shirt, she moans, pulling her head back, enjoying the touch. I quickly strip the shirt over her head revealing a blue lacy bra, she looks at me and blushes hands covering her bra, I smile. Removing her hands forcefully but gentle, I put them towards as side and say “…I’m Ready..” She smiles at me letting me take control as I pull her blue bra down underneath her breast and admire. Her caramel-colored nipples stand at full attention waiting for me to suck them, my eyes not letting her out of my gaze. My tongue traces circles around her left areola leaving my saliva traces. Yzuri lets out a moan of satisfaction. “Mmm Marcus that feels so-” she can’t finish her statement. I slip my fingers into her laced panties discovering the wetness of her. I can feel the ripples of her walls. Two of my fingers go in and out, with her mouth wide open, she lets out “mmm shit!” I lay her down on the bed and part her legs. Her pussy is wet enough for me to slide my dick in.