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One Wild Night 2
(Jane Snow)

The elevator came to a slow stop and the doors opened.  I held my breath in anticipation as the doors opened and revealed the beautiful penthouse room.  My eyes darted from one side to the other.  A large spiral staircase dominated the center of the penthouse, leading to another floor.  To each side of it were different rooms, one was the kitchen, the other the dining room.

We stepped out and I stared down at the intricate, tiled floors with what looked like gold flakes embedded into them, creating a sparkling, radiating sheen that lit up the floors.

"My God... what do you do for a living?"  I asked.

"I told you, I play sports," Rashid replied.

"Yeah but...  You made it sound like a joke, like it was a hobby," I said.

"What?  You honestly don't recognize me?  My nickname is RJ3, third of my generation, first in this generation.  You ain't never heard that?"  He responded.

I shrugged.  "Sorry, sports have never been my thing.  Third of your generation, first in this generation?  What's that even supposed to mean?"

He shook his head and laughed.  "Ah hell nah!  I can't believe this.  I cannot believe this.  So you really don't watch any football, like any?"

"Not really.  So you're a professional football player?"

"Oh hell yeah, one of the best," Rashid replied proudly as he puffed out his chest.

"So...  Is that the only good physical activity you're good at?"  I teased as I ran my finger down his chest and towards his lower body.

"Damn girl...  You about to wake up the beast up in here," Rashid said as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me into the air effortlessly.

He took me up the spiral stairs and to the second floor where there were multiple rooms.  With me on his shoulder, I could only see things as they passed.  One room looked like an entertainment room with a huge television set, large stereos and a long leather couch.  Another room looked like some sort of music studio, with strange triangular foaming on the walls.  He turned the corner and entered a room, tossing me onto a king sized bed with extremely soft comforters.

I laid back and pulled my short tight dress up, showing off my lacy, hot pink thong beneath.  He licked his lips as I spread my legs, the lips of my sex showing through the sheer material.  My heart skipped a beat as I heard his belt buckle clang, followed by the sound of his zipper as he lowered it.  His pants dropped to the floor and I gasped, staring at the thick rod being held tightly against his thigh by his tight boxer briefs.

He strutted over confidently as he practically ripped off his collared shirt and tossed it to the side.  His lithe, muscular frame was mere inches away and he crossed his arms as he stared down at me.  "Why don't you sit up and pull off the rest," he suggested as he looked down at his black boxer briefs.

I made my way over to the edge of the bed on all fours, making sure to hike my dress up to my waist.  He gave my ass a hard smack when my fingers wrapped around the waistband of his underwear.  My hands trembled with excitement as I slowly lowered his boxer briefs.  When I saw the base of his manhood, I paused.

"Oh my..."  I whispered.

Lower and lower his boxer briefs went as my hands tugged down on them.  As I practically peeled off his boxer briefs, his magnificent rod revealed itself, bit by bit.  I was actually expecting it to pop out sooner with a sock taking the rest of the space down his thigh, but as I lowered it further, I was surprised to see that the entire length of his shaft was all him.  There was no faking going on between his tree trunk like legs.