Free Nude Awakening by Victor L. Martin Page B

Déjà Pink was a white urban model who had the game on smash. Swagga had featured her thick, sexy ass in three of his rap videos. She had blonde dreads with brown highlights hanging to the middle of her back. Her ocean blue eyes were glass-like from the Kush. Swagga was so open on her body that his safe combination at the crib matched her measurements: 32-25-42. She stood at 5’5” with natural C-cup breasts that Swagga flicked his tongue across as she pulled hard on the Kush while straddling his lap. Swagga had been fucking her for six months. His fetish was her pierced tongue and creamy white skin. The cool breeze coming off the bay blew against her wet pointy nipples. Cindy squealed.
    “Stand up and take these off,” Swagga said, tugging at the skintight silver boy shorts. Her dark brown nipples brushed against his lips.
    “Let me suck you first.” She tossed the tiny joint over the balcony rail, then slid her pierced tongue inside his mouth while running her fingers through his dreads. Swagga roamed his hands up and down her sexy back as they kissed at a slow pace. Pulling her hands from his dreads, she stood but kept her lips against his. Reaching back, she slid her bottoms off, exposing her naked heart-shaped ass to the world. Goosebumps formed over her butt as another bay cool breeze blew over her ass. Swagga kicked his Jordan’s off and lifted his skinny ass off the chair to push his boxers and jeans down.
    At the young age of twenty-two, Cindy had the oral skills of a woman twice her age. Dipping to her knees, she grabbed his dick with both hands, blowing on the tip. She did it a few more times while stroking his shaft.
    Swagga watched her. “Don’t tease a nigga,” he said, touching her shoulder.
    She ignored him. Licking the tip, she lowered one hand to his balls then eased her pink lips down his dick. She did it slowly while humming.
    “Ohhhh . . . suck it right,” he moaned as her mouth slid up and down. “Mmmm . . . yeah, rub my balls. Yessss . . . suck it for me just like I taught you.”
    Up and down she slurped at his meat while bouncing his balls on her fingertips. Soft wet pops mixed in with the sound of his escaped moans.
    “Don’t stop,” he gasped as he watched her deep throating him. “Damn!”
    Déjà Pink had no intentions to stop. She was always out to please him in any form. Anal sex, licking his ass, swallowing his cum, she did it all. She sped up when he began to breathe faster. She had sucked him off enough times to know when he was about to bust. Swirling the steel ball on her tongue around his tip made his eyes cross. Modeling had earned her fame, but not fortune. The condo, the Range Rover, and the monthly vacations were all due to Swagga. She would admit in secret that she only fucked with Swagga because of his money. The dick really was not all that, but she had him fooled. She jerked him off inside her mouth as he began to cum.
    Now I can ask him to buy me a new Louis Vuitton bag. She schemed as his milky cum slid down her throat. Cindy turned, bending over the rail. She did not have to wait long before feeling his tongue flicking over her pussy. Deja Pink bit her bottom lip as Swagga began to suck on her pink wet pussy. Life could not get any better.
    Back at Janelle’s mansion, Trevon was on the last page of the contract. It stated that he would be given six months to film six DVDs to the company’s requirements. Trevon held the contract in his hands not fully knowing what his future would hold. He hoped he would not freeze up in front of the camera.
    All I gotta do is fuck. Eat some pussy and slang dick. That’s it. He was trying to convince himself that it would all work out. Looking up from the contract, he cleared his throat.
    Janelle looked up from the tablet after pausing the adult-film she was watching.
    “I would like to sign the contract,” Trevon said.
    Janelle rubbed her ear. “Will you be able to stay sex free until we film?” she asked.
    “I’ve