Page 110 of Kentrell

“Ooh, shit—yes!”

A beat.

“Suck that shit!” she rasped, breath catching mid-command.

I froze, eyes wide, mouth parted in shock. My brain struggled to catch up. The second voice—a little softer, more hushed—responded low and sultry:

“Mmhmm, you taste so good.”

Wait. What?

My pulse kicked up. My first thought was panic—Who the hell is in my house?

Then a more rational explanation slipped in.

Shemar.

Of course. Stacia must’ve called her husband over for a late-night rendezvous. They were married. Grown. Freaky. I had no issue with that.

Still, bringing him into my home while everyone else was asleep? That would need a conversation.

I pivoted on my heel, ready to head back upstairs and pretend I never heard a thing?—

Until Stacia’s voice rang out again.

Sharper.

Breathless.

“Ooowee—bitch! You bouta make me cum!”

I stopped cold.

What?

That wasn’t for Shemar.

That wasn’t how she talked to Shemar.

My heart started thudding in my chest now, hard and heavy.

And then came the voice again—clearly, unmistakably…

a woman.

“Cum in my mouth.”

My stomach dropped.

Mars?

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. The room started spinning as more words flooded out like a tidal wave crashing through the door.

“Uh—ssshit!”

“Spread that pretty pussy open!”

“Ooh, yeah—suck my clit!”

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