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to pull off his blazer. He inherited his sense of style from Baron. Although, he was a street nigga he dressed as if he was a Wall Street banker, wearing top of the line Italian threads. A .45 pistol rested in his holster on his belt buckle. He had grown to be a strategic, intelligent young man. Baron and Willow groomed him for success and home schooled him until he was in ninth grade. At first it was rough for him to adjust because he had no previous schooling, but with Willow’s persistence and patience he had caught up to other kids his age just in time for high school. He walked into his plush living room and stopped at the picture that sat on his end table. It was a photo of Baron, Willow, and him just shortly after they took him in. He smiled as he remembered that time so vividly. He knew that if it had not been for them, he would have been dead or in a dormant situation. He then noticed the scar on his face and then he began to think back on how he got the blemish.

“I hope you okay out there, Liberty,” A’shai whispered to himself as he thought about his childhood friend. Frequently he would think about her and the more he did, the guiltier he felt. He had come from the same place as her, but he got lucky and met Baron and Willow. The fact that he didn’t know where she was or how she was doing ate him up inside. Just as he finished his thought, he heard a noise coming from the back room. He quickly reached for his pistol and clicked off the safety. The first thought that crossed his mind was Bonzi.

Is one of his goons in the back?

Paranoia filled A’shai as he slowly crept to the back of the apartment. His killer instinct kicked in and he listened closely and noticed that the sound was coming from the master bedroom. As A’shai approached the door he gripped the gun tightly. He crept to the door and kicked it open with his gun pointed and ready to pop. What he saw blew his mind. Jenny, his current girlfriend, was in red-lace lingerie sprawled out on his bed waiting for him.

“Hey, Papi,” the Latino beauty said as she posed as if she was in a photo shoot. A’shai slowly lowered his gun and smiled as he looked at her oiled up body.

“What up, ma?” he said, breathing a sigh of relief as he put his gun in his holster. “How did you get in?” he asked as he walked over to the bed.

“I have my ways,” she responded in her heavy-accented tone. She was a full-blooded Latino with big brown eyes that always made A’shai melt. He wanted to inquire further about how she got in, but she began unbuttoning his pants and he figured he would ask later. She unbuckled his belt and then his slacks. His pants dropped to the floor and the bulge in his boxer briefs was on full display. She quickly pulled down the front part of his boxers, unleashing his slightly erect monster. His chocolate rod was very thick and began to rise at Jenny’s touch. She quickly took him into her mouth and moaned while she tasted him. He threw his head back in pleasure as he rested his hand on the back of her head, guiding her.

“Damn baby,” he crooned as he looked down, watching his rod appear and disappear over and over again. He reached down and released her breasts from her corset to rub her erect nipples. Her D-cup breasts sat up perky and firm, only adding to her already stunning beauty. Jenny worked her tongue like a pro as she made her tongue do circles around A’shai’s rock-hard pipe. She grabbed his balls and massaged them as she worked her head game.

“I want to feel you, Papi,” she whined as her hand made its way down to her neatly shaved love box, which was soaking wet. She pulled her panties to the side and began to slowly rub her clitoris in a circular motion. “Ooh, I can’t wait any longer,” she said as she sat back on her elbows and spread her legs. Her pinkness was exposed, and her slightly oversized clitoris was on full display. Her fat yoni lips were glazed with love juice, and A’shai slowly stroked himself as he looked on in