Deardra's Trade for Diamonds

I stood, brushed the dirt from my knees and turned toward Deardra. I’m sure my mouth was agape. I stared. Deardra had removed her coat and pajama top. Clad only in her pajama bottoms, her hands on her hips she said, “You like what you see?”

I nodded my head, unable to speak.

She hooked her thumbs in her pajama bottoms, and said, “You want to see more?”

Again, I nodded my head, not trusting my voice.

Without taking her eyes off mine she slid down the pale blue pajamas, to reveal a dark vee of hair between her legs. “You want to do it?” she asked.

“Yes,” I croaked, nodding my head.

She laughed. “I’ll make you a trade. I’ll let you do me for some jewels. Okay?”

My erection took over my thought process. “Sure,” I said, unzipping my white pants.

She got down on her coat, then laid back; her legs wide. I knelt between her legs, then her hand guided me into her sweet spot. We both climaxed several times before I finally stayed soft.

“Wow,” she said, “You’re good at this.”

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