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something missing. Lee-Lee didn’t have a hard back for Drae to scratch into. There was no thick neck or broad shoulders to wrap her arms around, and when it was all said and done there would be no line of pearls laced up her stomach.
    “This ain’t gon’ work, boo-boo,” Drae said. “I’m use’ to that niggah over there”—she pointed to Hassan, who was jerking his shaft—“and his big black dick ramming the shit outta me and fucking up this punani. And you teasing me”—she flipped over and now Lee-Lee lay on her back—“so let me show you how to handle that.”
    Slowly Drae eased down on Lee-Lee’s detachable dick and rode it. Drae placed one hand on Lee-Lee’s right shoulder and the other hand on her left knee. “The next time you wanna fuck a pussy follow my lead.”
    Lee-Lee started screaming, “Ahhh! Yes! Oh my God, yes!”
    “Why you screaming?” Drae asked her. “You feel the heat of this hot, pink flesh? You feel that…or you simply wish you did?” Lee-Lee sat up and began sucking Drae’s D-cups, biting them, pushing them together and simultaneously sucking them. If nothing else, this bitch appeared to be able to suck a tittie. So Drae grabbed the back of her head and let Lee-Lee’s mouth fuck her nipples as if they were able to shoot cum.
    Feeling her nut building, Drae started bucking the dildo faster. She began rubbing her clit and moaning. “Uhmmmmm…”
    After showering her juice over the strap-on, Drae rolled off Lee-Lee and fell onto her back. She could tell just by looking at Lee-Lee’s face that she must’ve been in a trance and was experiencing the true essence of being pussy-whipped. And just to drive the point home, Drae thought about taking out the double-headed twelve-inch dildo that she and Hassan played with, so that she could show Lee-Lee how it truly felt to work a dick. But once she saw Hassan’s nut was spilling onto his hands, she changed her mind and figured her point had been made.
    Lee-Lee stared at Drae for a moment longer before biting her bottom lip and asking her, “Do you give private sessions?”
    Drae felt like she could’ve smacked her. Hadn’t she already proven to Lee-Lee that she wasn’t working with shit? “Girl, beat it.” Drae smirked. “That shit there was for my fuckin’ man; chicks are not my thing.” She climbed off the bed. “Give her the role and send her the fuck home,” she said to Hassan. “I need a real dick to fuck with.”
    “Oh, you need a real dick?” Hassan smiled as he motioned for Drae to come near and Lee-Lee to leave the room.
    Drae walked over to Hassan, who was working on another hard-on, and kissed him. They could hear Lee-Lee slam the door behind her.
    “She was better than me, baby?” Hassan asked Drae as he ran his hands up her thighs.
    “Never, baby. You the best.”
    “You gon’ ever leave me, Drae?”
    “Never. Ever. Nothing and nobody could ever make me think about leaving you.”
    “I’m the best, baby?” he asked as she straddled his lap and eased onto his hard dick.
    Gyrating her hips, she said, “You gon’ always be the best.”

six months later
    Never as Good as the First Time

Yuri
             It was an honest mistake, her fucking Britt this long. This time she meant for it to be only once, maybe twice, but that was it. Take the nut and run with it; but she didn’t. Instead she fell in love with his arrogance, and with his being six feet two and having seven tattoos etched into the protruding muscles on his chest, arms and one that lay seductively on the right side of his neck.
    They’d been close since the eighth grade, when his family moved to Brooklyn from Trinidad. She would sit next to him in class, take notes for him, bring him lunch and act as if she could comprehend every word he said, when really she couldn’t. Yet, despite how hard Yuri tried, Britt took her kindness for just that: kindness. And instead of kicking it to her, he used her to translate what she pretended