Stackin' Paper # 6

by Deja King

  Talisa slowly started coming out of her sleep, and the first thing she did was slide her hand to the space beside her searching for the warmth of Genesis, but all she felt was emptiness. She opened her eyes for any indication of his body and was disappointed when he wasn't there. "Damn, it's twelve-thirty! I can't believe I've been sleep this long," she said, looking at the clock. Right when she was about to step out of bed and go to the bathroom, she heard someone knocking at the door. "Oh shit! That must be the cleaning lady. Can you please come back later?" she yelled, not feeling like answering the door. But the knocking continued. She must don't understand English. I'm going to have to by some sign language. As Talisa headed to the door, the knock persisted. "Damn I'm coming!" Talisa barked, opening the door. Her heart dropped when she saw who was standing in front of her. "Aren't you going to let me in?" "Arnez, what are you doing here?" "To get you, of course. I've been calling you all morning and your phone was turned off. Why is that?" Arnez brushed past Talisa, immediately sizing up the room and searching for any clue that sex had taken place. "I turned my phone off before I went to sleep. I just woke up. I was about to call you," she lied. "Now I'm here, so get dressed. We're leaving." Talisa hesitated but knew it was in her best interest not to cause a confrontation. "Just give me a minute." "I don't have a minute." Arnez grabbed the dress she was wearing last night off the couch and tossed it at Talisa, "Now get dressed." Talisa held the dress in her hands and headed to the bathroom. "Put it on, right here," Arnez said, pointing to the spot she had been standing in." Talisa slipped out of the wifebeater and put on her dress. Before she had a chance to put on her shoes, Arnez had the door open ready to go. "Hold on, let me get my purse." As she picked up her purse, a piece of paper with scribbled writing and a phone number on it caught her eye. Instead of drawing attention to herself by reading it she slid it in her purse. "Talisa, hurry up!" Arnez stated with fury dripping from his voice. Arnez was mute from the elevator ride down and throughout the drive to his home. When they entered the gated community of Sugarloaf Country Club in Duluth, Talisa became nauseated. The sense of being imprisoned came over her. She wanted to jump out of the moving vehicle and run, but to where was the question. Arnez continued his silence as he parked his silver Ferrari. Talisa took her time following him into the European hard coat stucco estate. When they entered the foyer, instead of trailing behind as he walked towards the formal living room, Talisa headed up the spiral staircase. "Where do you think you're going?" Arnez stopped and asked when he realized Talisa wasn't behind him. "Upstairs to take a shower." "I need to speak to you." "You had more than enough time to speak to me on our drive here. It was your decision not to utilize it." "I was upset and didn't want to say something I would regret in anger." "Oh, so what, just like that you're now over the anger?" "No, I'm still angry but I have it under control now and I'm ready to talk." "How can I forget? Arnez always has to be in control. Forget how other people feel, it's all about what you feel. Maybe now I'm angry and I don't want to talk to you!" Talisa said ending the conversation and walking up the stairs. I'm so fucking tired of this nigga thinking it's all about him. Don't nobody give a fuck if he's angry. Shit, I almost got killed last night at his club and he only concerned about his anger, Talisa thought. She stripped out of the dress she had worn last night and entered the spacious bathroom. She stepped in the steam shower ready to wash away the distaste Arnez left her with. But other thoughts engulfed Talisa's mind, like how good Genesis felt holding her as she slept. He had this hard exterior but he treated and exuded a warmth and gentleness that made him like a magnet. Maybe it's time I moved on and stop fucking around with Arnez. Things aren't clicking with us and something about Genesis has me intrigued. Yeah, I need to have a serious talk with Arnez and let him know shit isn't working. "What the fuck!" Talisa screamed as she was shaken out of thoughts. "You think I'ma let you start disrespecting me in my own home?" Arnez barked as he dragged Talisa out of the shower by her wet hair. Her body thumped on the marble tile floor causing her to feel as if her spine had broken in half. "Arnez, have you lost your mind!?" "No, you've lost your fuckin' mind and I'm giving you one chance to get it back." Talisa's heart was racing. She knew Arnez had a temper but never had he put his hands on her. Raised his voice, yes, but never this. She didn't know how to respond to his brutal behavior. "When I say I want to talk, then you fuckin' listen," Arnez spit, tossing Talisa's naked body on the bed, pinning her down. "Don't you ever walk away from me when I'm speaking to you." Arnez saw the fear in Talisa's eyes and he ate it up. It gave him even more motivation to strike terror in her heart. "First, you leave my muthafuckin' party with somebody else, and then I find you in another nigga's hotel room with his shit on. You lucky I don't kill yo' ass," he threatened, wrapping his hand around her throat. "You my bitch and betta not `eva forget it, do you understand me?" Talisa couldn't respond because the grasp Arnez had on her neck had her immobilized. She swung her legs in an attempt to communicate, as her face started turning color due to being cut off from all air supply. Arnez eased up his grip. "Do you understand me?" he repeated, demanding an answer. "Yes!" Talisa mouthed, paralyzed in fear. "Good, because next time I'm not letting go of your neck; I'm crushing that shit!"

  "Damn, we all the way out here in the middle of nofucking-where!" Deuce commented as they pulled up to a warehouse in the outskirts of Atlanta. "I told you this shit was far. Why you acting so surprised?" "Saying something and seeing it for yourself is two different things. I hope Antwon will be able to find this place. I can't see this shit showing up on a GPS system." "You always on some over exaggeration shit. This is what Antwon do. He'll be able to find the spot." Right after Genesis said that, both the men saw Antwon drive up in his nondescript mini van. "That nigga kill me with all the college memorabilia shit, knowing he ain't seen the inside of a classroom since eighth grade," Deuce said. "Deuce, man, that shit work. He be riding up and down these highways and cops don't fuck wit' him. They see all the stickers, tags and think he some college boy. Little do they know he rolling in a van full of enough narcotics to shut the whole city down." "Yeah, and them electronic operated secret compartments don't hurt neither," Deuce noted. "No doubt... oh shit, Chanel `bout to blast my man, Antwon," Genesis chuckled when he noticed Chanel hopping out the Range Rover armed with her heat. "Yo, that's a ballsy bitch right there," Deuce said, opening his car door. "Chanel, chill! That's my people!" Genesis yelled out the window. "How was she supposed to know?" CoCo responded as she stood in front of their ride. "The two of you so busy sitting in the car, you not letting us know who this stranger is pulling up on us. After the shit that went down last night, you know we busting ass first and taking names later." "I feel you, ma, but I did tell you yesterday that my people was meeting us so he could get the shit. But I guess you forgot." "No, I didn't forget. But without no name and vehicle description how was I supposed to know he was your people?" she responded, pointing in Antwon's direction, who was still sitting in his van as if waiting for a sign that the coast was clear. "Come on now, CoCo, ain't nobody randomly falling up on this spot. If a car pull up in here, they know what the fuck is up." "Deuce, I don't take shit for granted. This game is full of scandalous motherfuckers who will do anything for a come up. Somebody could be setting us up to rob and kill our asses. You never know." "You right, CoCo. I shoulda been more clear about who was coming. Communication is key and it won't happen again. Now let's go handle our business." CoCo nodded her head in agreement and headed to the entrance of the warehouse. Genesis and Deuce went in the opposite direction towards the car Antwon was occupying. "Why you always pacifying that chick?" Deuce frowned to Genesis. "Because we conducting business and I'ma treat her as such." "Please! She so quick to get anal as fuck." "Deuce, you beefing `cause you can't get over the fact we doing major business with a female. Get over it. As long as CoCo can deliver on the product, then I'ma treat her with the same respect I treat anybody I'm doing business with and you need to do the same." "I hear you, but I still think you baby her e
vil ass too much." "For the amount of drugs we copping, you can call it whatever the fuck you like." "Is everything straight?" Antwon questioned, getting out as Genesis and Deuce got to his van. "Yeah, we straight. Homegirl was just PMS-ing," Deuce popped. Genesis glared in his direction letting him know to let the petty bullshit go. "Yo, when I saw that chick coming at me with her heat I thought it was about to be a shootout in this motherfucker. I said to myself, that sexy piece of ass is fine as hell, but she will get got if that weapon don't disappear." "Exactly!" Deuce said, giving Antwon a pound. "Listen, we had a minor misunderstanding but it's all good. You got the loot, right?" "Of course. Always prepared." "Cool. Now back up the ride so we can load this shit up and be out" "I'm with you, Genesis. I'm ready to get the fuck outta Atlanta and take my black ass back to Philly. Tonya been blowing my phone up too. I need to get back to shorty." "You can go back, but I was thinking about staying an extra day or so," Genesis told him. "I bet you was. Homegirl got you going," Deuce said. "What? You met a cutie up in the ATL?" Antwon inquired, nudging Genesis's arm. "No comment." "Yes the fuck he did. But he need to forget her since shorty is off limits," Deuce chimed in. "What, she gotta man? That don't stop shit," Antwon said. "My sentiments exactly, Antwon." Genesis eyed Deuce, knowing he would have some slick shit to say, and he did. "If we believe what the dynamic duo over there said, then he ain't any man he is `The Man'. And me, personally, don't think no woman, no matter how pretty the pussy, is worth some unnecessary drama. You feel me?" "We ending this conversation now. Antwon, back the car up and come on. Deuce, you know how the twins don't like to be kept waiting." "We sure don't," CoCo said, standing a few feet away with her arms crossed. "Come check the product so we came wrap this shit up." "I don't be agreeing with CoCo on shit, but we seeing eye to eye on the wrap this shit up thing," Deuce said, speeding up his walk and ready to break the fuck out. The heroin and cocaine was packed up and placed on the long table, ready as soon as you stepped in the warehouse. It was a huge open space, but the only thing there were the drugs that Genesis was purchasing. "I was expecting to see this place filled with drugs, guns and all sorts of illegal shit," Genesis said as he inspected the product. "Nah, I always try to take extra precautions. With each new client and business transaction we use a different warehouse location. It minimizes the chances of someone setting us up. In this business it can still happen, but doing it this way just makes the opportunity much slimmer," CoCo explained. "I like that because you never know who might snake you out in this game. All this shit is straight, so we gon' load up." "Not yet." "What is it now?" Deuce groaned, making it clear he was annoyed. "I need to count that cheddar first," CoCo stated, eyeballing Deuce. "Not a problem. Antwon, bring the money over here," Genesis directed. Chanel met Antwon halfway, taking the duffel bag out of his grasp and handing it over to her sister. The three men sat on the edge of the van as the twins sifted through the cash, making sure it wasn't a dollar short. "Them chicks ain't no joke. As fine as they are, I'd be scared to fuck wit' some broads like that," Antwon said quietly to Deuce and Genesis. "Why?" "Why? Genesis, I can't believe you would even ask why. They probably know more tricks than the three of us combined. You know what I'm spitting is the truth. I would always be sleeping with one eye open if I fucked around wit' one of those broads." All three of them laughed simultaneously at Antwon's comment. "Sorry to interrupt your chit chatting, but we good. You can get your shit. I'm sure you all are anxious to get back to Philly." "I know I am. So anxious that, Antwon, I'll help you pack this shit up." Deuce sprinted to the table and started grabbing packages. "Genesis, let me have a word with you before we break out," CoCo said. "Sure." Genesis followed CoCo outside the warehouse near her truck. "So what's up?" "I'm hoping we can make a lot of money together and this deal is the first of many." "I'm hoping for the same thing." "So that dude, Antwon, is he the one that will always handle your pickups?" "Unless I tell you otherwise, no doubt." "Cool. I prefer as few people as possible know about transactions." "I agree. But CoCo, why don't you tell me what's really on your mind, because it ain't this." "True." "So spill, because at the rate them niggas loading that shit you ain't got but a few minutes to say whatever is on your mind." "I only want to reiterate what I told you earlier; stay away from Talisa." "And I'ma tell you the same thing I told you earlier; stay out of it." "I know you a grown ass man and I'm not tryna boss you... seriously I'm not. I think you a cool individual not only on a business tip but as a person. This isn't about me just protecting my investment because I know we can make a lot of money together. I don't want to see anything happen to you." "CoCo, I believe you're being up front with me, but ain't nothing going down between me and Talisa. But even if there was, I ain't worried about that nigga, Arnez." "If you not worried about your safety, than worry about Talisa's. I don't know anything about her, but I know everything about Arnez. He is not gonna stand for a woman of his being sweet on no other nigga." "Oh, so you think Talisa sweet on me!" he teased. "This ain't a joke. I know the two of you are sweet on each other. All I'm saying is that if you care anything about that woman's welfare, back the fuck off. I've said enough and it looks as if your boys are done." Genesis turned around and saw Deuce andAntwon shutting the doors. "Thanks, CoCo. It was a pleasure doing business with you." "I hope you'll be calling for a re-up soon," she grinned, shaking Genesis's hand. "So do I." "If you decide to stay longer, give me a call. There is always something poppin' in the ATL." "Will do, but there isn't anything left for me in Atlanta. It's time for me to go home to Philly." "I agree." Genesis had it bad for Talisa, but he knew CoCo was speaking real shit. It wasn't only about him. IfArnez was as treacherous as CoCo hinted, then he could fuck up Talisa's life by chasing her. He didn't want to bring that sort of chaos her way, especially if she wanted to be with dude. There was no question in Genesis's mind that the two of them had ridiculous chemistry, but it didn't give him a clear indication that Talisa was ready to bail on her man to be with him. And unless she let him know that, Genesis was putting Talisa out of his mind.

  "This ourcity! We runthis shit! Weballin'motherfuckers!" Deuce yelled out from the 34t' floor balcony of the highrise condominium. Tonya and her two girlfriends giggled and clicked their champagne glasses together, cheering her man on. "Man, chill out. You gon' have my neighbors complaining and shit," Genesis said, trying to calm Deuce down. "Fuck your neighbors! The money you paid for this crib, we can all scream out butt ass naked with some bullhorns if that's what the fuck we wanna do." "Deuce, chill. As far as everybody in this building is concerned I'm a hardworking, tax paying, law abiding, upstanding citizen. I don't need you fucking that up with no extra attention. Now chill!" "Night, but damn, nigga, look at you. Who woulda ever imagined that this is your life, chillin' in a bangin' ass luxury condo overlooking Center City? You got views of the river and parks I didn't even know existed in Philly. My man, you have truly fuckin' arrived." Genesis stood on his balcony staring at the night time skyline view of Philadelphia, and although he was proud of all he had accomplished in such a short span of time, each day he was plotting on how to get an even bigger slice of the American dream. His stacks were stacked high, but he knew with the right moves they could become even higher. After the initial deal with CoCo three months ago, he had re-upped eight times. He had no idea that shit would take off so fast. Part of it was because the dope they were supplying was top-of-the-line, and the other part was pure luck. In those couple of days he was handling his business in Atlanta, the feds had come in and did a major sweep down. Damn near all the major niggas got locked up and the streets were dry. You couldn't get any decent drugs from anywhere, so when Genesis came home with his new product, motherfuckers thought it was Christmas and he was Santa Clause. Not only were the streets thirsty for his drugs, but he was able to up the price because the demand was crazy. The money was flowing like water from a faucet and the shit didn't ever seem to turn off. Within weeks, Genesis would be calling CoCo, needing more drugs. She was happy to comply but was stunned at the rate he was flippi
ng that shit. "Yeah, no doubt we fo' sho' stackin' paper, but there's a lot more money out there to make," Genesis finally said, coming out of his private silence. Tonya's friend, Denise grinned at Genesis, loving his manon-a-mission attitude. And Genesis wasn't blind to it. Like most women who knew his status in the game, they were practically cumming in their panties at the sheer thought of having a chance with him. But that shit didn't faze Genesis a bit. His first, second and third priority was making money. He viewed pussy as a necessity to let off stress, and that was pretty much it. He would never consider settling down with the sack chasers he came in contact with. But until he reached the financial level he wanted, he had no desire to tie himself down to any woman and simply enjoyed the company of party girls with pretty faces and phat asses. "Genesis, am I staying with you tonight?" Denise asked, sipping seductively on her glass of champagne. "No, he's staying with me," Monica barged in, brushing her well endowed ta-ta's against Genesis's chest. On any other day the two young women were the best of friends, sharing clothes, gossip and living quarters, but not tonight. Them ho's both had dollar signs in their eyes and Genesis was the moneymaker. Genesis sized up both women. Denise was a petite sexy bunny with light brown short hair, accentuated by caramel and blond highlights that feathered around her face, and an extra long bubble fringe ending at the eyelashes, which emphasized her wide amber colored eyes. Monica, on the other hand, was a silky brown stallion. She came a few inches below Genesis's six-foot two inch frame, and had long, endless legs with ass and tits that didn't quit. Both women had totally different looks, but was each holding their own in the beauty department. Genesis couldn't go wrong either way, but there was something about Monica he didn't like, and it was her aggressiveness. He knew both women were anxious to give up the pussy, but he preferred the more demure vibe of Denise to the forceful one from Monica. "Ladies, both of you are exquisite. It's impossible for me to choose," Genesis said, stroking their egos so the one that was rejected won't take it too hard. "Baby, I've already made the decision for you," Monica told Genesis, and then said to her girlfriend, "Denise, I'm sure Deuce and Tonya won't have a problem giving you a ride home." Denise gritted her teeth ready to slap the shit out of her friend and roommate, but they had always made a pact that no man, no matter how fine or rich, would come between them. "Whatever you say, Monica." "See, there! Denise don't have no problem with my decision. We good." "I like that. Friends willing to compromise. But can you excuse me, ladies? I need to speak with Deuce for a moment." "No problem, baby. I'll be here waiting," Monica said, licking her lips. "Girl, I hit the jackpot with that sexy ass nigga!" The girls slapped each other's hands. "You know I'm jealous and shit. I made the first move then you came over here tossing your tits around interrupting me." "Denise, you move too slowly on sealing the deal. I couldn't let a nigga that's fine and chipped slip through my fingers. But when he be hitting me off with that shopping spree money, you know I got you, boo." "I'ma hold you to that shit, so don't forget," Denise said, no longer mad that her girlfriend would be the one living it up in luxury and not her. Genesis made his way to the living room where Deuce and Tonya were sitting on the ivory bone colored sofa, making out as if they were at a drive-in movie. "Umm, sorry to interrupt, but Tonya, I need to speak with Deuce." Deuce slapped her ample ass letting her know to get up. "Okay. Deuce I'll be on the balcony," Tonya told him. "Cool. We leaving in a few so get your shit together." Tonya strutted off feeling like she was the luckiest chick in the world to have Deuce as her man. "So what up partner?" Deuce said as Genesis sat down next to him on the sofa. "You tell me. I think if I hadn't come in here the two of you would've started fuckin' right here in my living room." "Nah, I wouldn't do that to you, homie, but it was tempting like a motherfucker. Tonya got some good pussy and her head game is sensational." "Nigga, you crazy! But she doing something right because this the longest you un lasted wit' any broad. I thought for sure it woulda been a two week fuck fest then a trade-in for a newbie like it be with the rest of your women." "Tonya's different. I think she a keeper." "Good for you. Having a steady may calm you down and get you to focus more on making money." "What is you talkin' `bout? I makes plenty of money." "I'm talkin' real money." "Genesis, you know I respect your grind, but I don't have to be living on some king type shit like you. When I got in the game I never even thought I would be making half of the money I'm gettin' now, so I'm good. But that's your problem. You work too damn much. Did you see them two bad bitches Tonya brought over here? And all you can think about is making mo' money." "Speaking of those two, that's what I wanted to speak to you about." "Oh shit! You want to fuck one of them, or both? Let me know and I'll gladly hook that shit up." "I know you would. But I'm only interested in one." "Which one?" "Denise." "Oh, the little cutie. Yeah, she sexy. Stay right here, I'll go get her." "Wait. The problem is the girl Monica already put down her claim, so Denise backed off." "That ain't a problem. Monica gotta step the fuck aside. I'll tell her it's time to go." "But I don't want to cause no problems between the two of them. So don't cause no scene, be diplomatic with the shit." "I got you. I'ma handle it real cool. I'll be right back." Deuce wasted no time in setting the record straight with Monica. When he went to the balcony, the ladies were on another bottle of champagne, laughing and giggling like they were living the good life. "Hey baby, you ready to go?" Tonya asked when Deuce walked up. "Yeah, it's time to break out." "Okay, cool. Monica is staying here with Genesis so we gonna drop Denise home." Monica was flashing her best beauty pageant smile while Denise was frowning, heated that she lost the prize, or so she thought. "There's been a change of plans." "What, we staying here tonight?" Tonya asked, sounding confused. "No, we going to my crib, but Denise is staying here, not Monica." The three women stared at each other in bewilderment. In their minds the deal had been sold, told and closed. Deuce was hitting them from left field and none of them were happy about it, except for Denise. Her frown magically turned into a smile. I'm back in the game, Denise chanted on the inside. "Deuce, maybe you're confused, because Monica is the one Genesis chose, not Denise," Tonya explained, wanting Monica to be the front-runner. Tonya was biased anyway because she was closer to Monica. Although she kept her true feelings on the low, Tonya couldn't stand Denise. They had competed for the same man's attention on numerous occasions, and Denise always came out ahead. If Denise had been out with her the night she met Deuce, she figured he would've been another catch that got away. For reasons beyond her comprehension, she felt that men got suckered by the fake feminine innocence that Denise perpetrated. Tonya was going to do everything possible to make sure that didn't happen with Genesis. "It ain't no maybe. Deuce you are confused," Monica stood up pointing her finger. "You need to go get Genesis right now. He'll set the record straight. I'm the one that's staying the night and Denise is going the fuck home." Denise didn't utter a word. She sat modestly with her legs crossed as if a halo swirled over her head. Genesis sat back on the sofa oblivious to the stage show taking place outside on his balcony. He was relieved he didn't have to break the news to Monica that she wasn't the winner, but instead the second runner up. As he closed his eyes beginning to relax, the commotion he was unaware of was bombarding its way into his space. "Genesis, your man Deuce here is a tad bit confused. He rambling on about how you want Denise to stay here with you and I'm going home. I tried to hip him to the fact that he got the name and location switched backwards. Please clear this bullshit up so Tonya can go home with her man and take Denise with her." Monica stood confidently with her hand glued on her hip like everybody had it wrong but her. "Where is Denise?" Genesis asked, seeing that she was the only one not bringing the noise. "She sitting outside. She understands that Deuce made a mistake and ain't trippin' off of it," Tonya added, letting Monica know she had her back. "Tonya, stay out this shit. Ain't no mistake been made. Genesis don't want Monica. He checkin' for Denise. Now get your shit so we can go," Deuce told her. Genesis shook his head because the conflict he was trying to avoid was playing out right in front of his ey
es. It was at that moment when Genesis gave no rebuttal to what Deuce said, and Tonya and Monica had to accept that once again, Denise won. "Monica, you are a prime catch and any man would do just about anything to have you on his arm," Genesis said trying to smooth things over. "Then why didn't you pick me, Genesis? Hmm?" "Because I know when we go out all the niggas will be checkin' for you and disrespecting me with their glares and stares. Bottom line, you too much woman for me and I wouldn't be able to handle my jealously over all those other men tryna get at you. With my life being hectic, I don't need any additional distractions." "Yeah, right! Save that lying ass bullshit for Denise. I wish you two the best of luck, but I guarantee you missed out by not picking me. Come on Tonya, take me the fuck home!" "I'll talk to you tomorrow," Deuce said, giving Genesis a devilish grin. When Genesis heard the door close shut, he quickly went to bolt the locks, making sure all access was cut off. "Is the coast clear?" Denise emerged from the balcony wearing nothing but her pink strapless stilettos, ecstatic the coin had tossed in her favor. "Damn, that's what I call a re-introduction!" "I call it showing my appreciation. Now are you going to come over here or do I need to come get you?" "You stay yo' sexy ass right there, I'll come to you." Genesis took his time nearing Denise. He was taking great pleasure in studying every inch of her body. Genesis had no idea she had all that going on under her clothes. In her halter dress, you could tell Denise had a cute figure, but it appeared tiny. In the flesh, her frame was petite but plump in all the areas that mattered most to a man. "Now have a seat so I can give you a proper thank you," Denise said, gliding her body in his direction. Genesis sat down on the sofa and slid his hands from the tip of her hardened nipples to the base of her firm ass, caressing every curve. Denise knelt down, comfortably placing her knees on the chinchilla rug and unzipped Genesis's slacks and pulled down his gray boxer briefs, revealing the magnificent tool she imagined a fine thug-ass nigga like him would be working with. Without a misstep in her performance, she draped her luscious lips around Genesis's dick and got her head to bobbing as if she had been a hand-picked protege of Superhead. "Genesis, are you pleased with the choice you made?" Denise stopped to ask the question right at the point she felt his dick pulsating and ready to explode. "Fuck yeah!" Genesis moaned, seizing the back of her hair. "I knew you would be." Denise continued her gratifying techniques that had Genesis open. He briefly glanced out the dramatic curved glass on his floor-to-ceiling windows, then laid his head back and closed his eyes, savoring each wet stroke that had his dick rock hard. I damn sure made the right choice! I may have to keep shorty around for a minute, Genesis decided as he erupted in Denise's mouth.