Slumming in Harlem

An excerpt from Slumming in Harlem

Washington got up and went to the bathroom. His muscular black ass moving like a machine. Andrea sat up. "Are you going out?"

"Yeah," he said over the sound of pissing.

"Are you going for a hit?" She pulled her panties on. There was a big semen stain across the front of them.

"Maybe. You got some money?" He came back into the bedroom. His long, slender dick swung between his legs.

"Yeah," said Andrea, reaching for her purse. Her tits swung free. Washington sat down beside her. "I could really use some weed."

He stroked her bare back. "You gonna be here?"

She sat up again. "No," she said, "I've got to get back. Can you just hold it for me?" She held out a 20-dollar bill. That would be enough for both of them.

"Sho', baby. When you gonna come back for it?" Washington asked. He was holding her now, massaging her breasts.

"Soon," she breathed. She stroked his thigh, letting her fingers graze his dark, stiffening dick. She kissed him softly and breathed in his thick, sex-heavy scent.