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Hey-yeah! My name’s Shaniqua. My family always says I’m the straight-forward, honest sistah. Always says egg-ZAC-ly what’s on my mind. I guess that’s why I just HAD to come over here and tell you, you are THE hottest, sexiest HUNK in this whole DAMNED ballrrom tonight! And that right now I’m one HORNY sistah.
Ow! GIRL, don’t be POKIN’ me in my ribs like that! I’m
GETTIN’ aroun’ to it, girl! This here rib-poker is my
twin sistah, La Shonda. She’s been wantin’ ta meet ya
and say ’Hey,’ too. But unlike me, she’s WAY too shy.
But I know for a FAC she’s just as horny as I am! I know
this is every guy’s dream: a pair of horny twin sistahs
comin’ on to him.
See, what got us both started was, we spent the afternoon posin’ nude for Slut Sistahs magazine. They saw our smooth ebony skin, and how sleek and toned we keep our bodies, so they offered us DAMN good money to sit around naked by a nice, cool pool at a swanky mansion, so we figured ’What the hell, why not?’ and all we hadda do was pretened to suck on some naked white guy’s cock while they took pictures. The money and the pool were nice, but to tell you the thruth, it was all just a bit boring, and the white dude was kinda skanky.
Until they brought in this SECOND guy, and I mean, oh my GOD! I mean, DAMN! The brothah was FI-I-INE, wasn’t he, LaShonda? Well, seein’ him naked, and seein’ ALL of his well-developed muscles an’ stuff, LaShonda and me, we both got pretty randy, know what I mean? And I guess we’re both still DAMNED horny from that, even now. So any ways, I asked the photographer, how REAL of a photo was Slut Sistahs magazine willin’ ta print.
I mean, like, if the photo showed me for REAL, no DOUBT, wrappin’ my lips aroun’ the fine brothah’s thick, luscious stud pole, my cheeks hollowed from suckin’ DAMNED hard, would they actually PRINT the photo in the magazine? I’d want all my soul sistahs ta SEE what a truly FI-I-I-INE piece o’ man-meat I’d gotten ta suck down. Get ’em all jealous an’ stuff, ya know? So I asked if I posed really suckin’ on that mostah cock, obviously enjoyin’ it, would they print it? Or do they only print PHONY photos, like where the camera angle made it look like I was kissin’ that skanky white dude’s puny cock, when my lips were really like about a bazillion miles away from him. The photographer assured LaShonda and me that they’d publish anythin’ that LaShonda and me had the COURAGE to pose for. We both took that as kinda a dare, ya know? So I licked my way up the fine brothah’s HUMONGOUS cock, while LaShonda here sucked on his balls, and the photographer snapped away.
The brothah started lickin’ at LaShonda’s throbbin’ horny CLIT, and slid his long middle finger back an’ forth across my G-spot, until we were BOTH moanin’ like a couple a cheap ho’s. So I paid the brothah back by hungrily suckin’ his fine rod way down deep into my throat. The photographer just kept clickin’, but I could tell even HE was gettin’ horny as HELL, by the way he jammed his free hand down his pants. I just kep’ a-suckin’ an’ suckin’, cause, ya know, he was just YUMMY! An’ then...
Ow! I done TOLE ya, LaShonda girl, quit POKIN’ me in my RIBS! What? OK, I’ll speed up the STORY! DAMN! I know you’re eager to jump this fine gentleman’s bones, but I mean, DAMN! Just stop POKIN’ at me! I mean, DAMN, girl!
Well, after the photo shoot, we were both sittin’ aroun’ our house, both still HORNY as hell since the brothah had never actually gotten aroun’ to FUCKIN’ us, when LaShonda here remembered readin’ in the paper about this society ball for young urban blacks. We both changed into our tiniest, tightest, shortest little black cocktail dresses and pearls, like ya see us now, and decided ta gate-crash this fancy party, an’ go trollin’ for STUDS, ya know? We sweet-talked the bouncer inta lettin’ us in, which wasn’t at ALL hard to do, considerin’ how we’re dressed and how he can probably SMELL the horniness on us.
But with the loud hip-hop music playin’ on the trurntables, and the poundin’ thump of the drum-machine, it’s been REALLY hard to meet any studs an’ strike-up a conversation, get ta know them, over all that NOISE!
But then we spotted YOU, and after about half an hour of talkin’ about it with my twin, I finally got up the COURAGE ta come on over an’ talk ta you in person an’ stuff, ta tell you what a hot HUNK we both think you are!
Ow! You’re POKIN’ me again, girl! What is it NOW?
Oh, LaShonda here wants you to know, that for about the last half hour now, she’s been eyein’ that nice thick ridge you’ve got runnin’ ALL the way up the front of your slacks. I think she’s just DYIN’ ta SUCK on it! And as for me, hell, I think I wouldn’t mind at all gettin’ a RIDE on what it looks like you’re really PACKIN’ in your pants, myself!
So whadda ya say we dump this loud crowd, an’ go back ta LaShonda’s and my place, an’ the three of us talk an’ stuff, get ta know each other a WHOLE lot better, ya know, and then do what EVAH? OK?
Huh? Do I wanna DANCE with you? No, I don’t wanna damn DANCE with you. I want somethin’ a LOT more than just dman DANCIN’! Ain’t cha been LISTENIN’? Oh, I forgot, you can’t help it, you’re just a MAN! But if you really rack that puny male brain o’ yours, mebbe ya can think of some way, OFF the dance floor, ta get the smooth ebony skin o’ bof us fine twin sistahs, shakin’ with excitement. Ya got two horny babes dyin’ ta jump your bones, or well ONE bone anyways, so whatcha goin’ DO ’bout it?
Ow! GIRL, don’t be POKIN’ me in my ribs like that! I’m
GETTIN’ aroun’ to it, girl! This here rib-poker is my
twin sistah, La Shonda. She’s been wantin’ ta meet ya
and say ’Hey,’ too. But unlike me, she’s WAY too shy.
But I know for a FAC she’s just as horny as I am! I know
this is every guy’s dream: a pair of horny twin sistahs
comin’ on to him.
See, what got us both started was, we spent the afternoon posin’ nude for Slut Sistahs magazine. They saw our smooth ebony skin, and how sleek and toned we keep our bodies, so they offered us DAMN good money to sit around naked by a nice, cool pool at a swanky mansion, so we figured ’What the hell, why not?’ and all we hadda do was pretened to suck on some naked white guy’s cock while they took pictures. The money and the pool were nice, but to tell you the thruth, it was all just a bit boring, and the white dude was kinda skanky.
Until they brought in this SECOND guy, and I mean, oh my GOD! I mean, DAMN! The brothah was FI-I-INE, wasn’t he, LaShonda? Well, seein’ him naked, and seein’ ALL of his well-developed muscles an’ stuff, LaShonda and me, we both got pretty randy, know what I mean? And I guess we’re both still DAMNED horny from that, even now. So any ways, I asked the photographer, how REAL of a photo was Slut Sistahs magazine willin’ ta print.
I mean, like, if the photo showed me for REAL, no DOUBT, wrappin’ my lips aroun’ the fine brothah’s thick, luscious stud pole, my cheeks hollowed from suckin’ DAMNED hard, would they actually PRINT the photo in the magazine? I’d want all my soul sistahs ta SEE what a truly FI-I-I-INE piece o’ man-meat I’d gotten ta suck down. Get ’em all jealous an’ stuff, ya know? So I asked if I posed really suckin’ on that mostah cock, obviously enjoyin’ it, would they print it? Or do they only print PHONY photos, like where the camera angle made it look like I was kissin’ that skanky white dude’s puny cock, when my lips were really like about a bazillion miles away from him. The photographer assured LaShonda and me that they’d publish anythin’ that LaShonda and me had the COURAGE to pose for. We both took that as kinda a dare, ya know? So I licked my way up the fine brothah’s HUMONGOUS cock, while LaShonda here sucked on his balls, and the photographer snapped away.
The brothah started lickin’ at LaShonda’s throbbin’ horny CLIT, and slid his long middle finger back an’ forth across my G-spot, until we were BOTH moanin’ like a couple a cheap ho’s. So I paid the brothah back by hungrily suckin’ his fine rod way down deep into my throat. The photographer just kept clickin’, but I could tell even HE was gettin’ horny as HELL, by the way he jammed his free hand down his pants. I just kep’ a-suckin’ an’ suckin’, cause, ya know, he was just YUMMY! An’ then...
Ow! I done TOLE ya, LaShonda girl, quit POKIN’ me in my RIBS! What? OK, I’ll speed up the STORY! DAMN! I know you’re eager to jump this fine gentleman’s bones, but I mean, DAMN! Just stop POKIN’ at me! I mean, DAMN, girl!
Well, after the photo shoot, we were both sittin’ aroun’ our house, both still HORNY as hell since the brothah had never actually gotten aroun’ to FUCKIN’ us, when LaShonda here remembered readin’ in the paper about this society ball for young urban blacks. We both changed into our tiniest, tightest, shortest little black cocktail dresses and pearls, like ya see us now, and decided ta gate-crash this fancy party, an’ go trollin’ for STUDS, ya know? We sweet-talked the bouncer inta lettin’ us in, which wasn’t at ALL hard to do, considerin’ how we’re dressed and how he can probably SMELL the horniness on us.
But with the loud hip-hop music playin’ on the trurntables, and the poundin’ thump of the drum-machine, it’s been REALLY hard to meet any studs an’ strike-up a conversation, get ta know them, over all that NOISE!
But then we spotted YOU, and after about half an hour of talkin’ about it with my twin, I finally got up the COURAGE ta come on over an’ talk ta you in person an’ stuff, ta tell you what a hot HUNK we both think you are!
Ow! You’re POKIN’ me again, girl! What is it NOW?
Oh, LaShonda here wants you to know, that for about the last half hour now, she’s been eyein’ that nice thick ridge you’ve got runnin’ ALL the way up the front of your slacks. I think she’s just DYIN’ ta SUCK on it! And as for me, hell, I think I wouldn’t mind at all gettin’ a RIDE on what it looks like you’re really PACKIN’ in your pants, myself!
So whadda ya say we dump this loud crowd, an’ go back ta LaShonda’s and my place, an’ the three of us talk an’ stuff, get ta know each other a WHOLE lot better, ya know, and then do what EVAH? OK?
Huh? Do I wanna DANCE with you? No, I don’t wanna damn DANCE with you. I want somethin’ a LOT more than just dman DANCIN’! Ain’t cha been LISTENIN’? Oh, I forgot, you can’t help it, you’re just a MAN! But if you really rack that puny male brain o’ yours, mebbe ya can think of some way, OFF the dance floor, ta get the smooth ebony skin o’ bof us fine twin sistahs, shakin’ with excitement. Ya got two horny babes dyin’ ta jump your bones, or well ONE bone anyways, so whatcha goin’ DO ’bout it?
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