Succulent
Chocolate Flava II
The Quiet Room
Michelle J. Robinson
Patrice wasn't sure which throbbing she wanted to quiet more -- the throbbing between her legs or the throbbing in her head. For two consecutive weeks now she had awakened with a vicious headache, which today had progressed in severity. Yet, despite the pounding in her head, she still got jittery between the legs watching that tall, dark, delicious man pass her desk. His name was Trevor and his ass looked like it was built from stone. Every time she saw his bald head she thought of how much she'd like to shine it with her own "special" lotion. Just as she was daydreaming about rubbing her thick, swollen pussy lips all over his face and head, she realized he was speaking.
"Good morning, Patrice."
"Good...good morning, Trevor," she stuttered.
"Hot enough for you?"
Patrice wanted to say, "Hot as a goddamned furnace -- wanna blow it for me?"
Instead she said, "A little too hot," and left it at that.
"Well, try to stay cool and let me know if you need a fan or something. I believe we have some extras in the storage room."
Trevor was the firm's facilities ... read full excerpt from: Succulent: Chocolate Flava II ebook