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Coffee & Cocaine (Cyrano x Daleeria)

"I had a great time too," the little minx gave him a sweet sleepy smile as she rolled back over, the picture of sexy bedhead and hard nipples disappearing back into the covers. As she closed her eyes she meant to say 'text me if you get bored’ as to let him know if he searched his clothes there'd be a number waiting for him… but she was a very sleepy little cock slut and was out before the words could be formed…



Penny awoke with the sun much higher, even with the sky covered with clouds she could tell. The bed was empty and had long since been… that didn't make Penny sad, he had taken her number with him after all.

What she didn't expect was the intense soreness between her legs as she tried to sit up. Fuck, every muscle in her body was sore, when her feet hit the floor she couldn't even put weight on her legs at first. "What the hell?" of all the times she had kept a guy overnight, none of them included a wake up quite like this.

Her hand came down on the stack of notes as she braced herself on the nightstand to get up. This level of soreness called for a hot bath, one that she wouldn't get because she picked up the money, counted it and was suddenly stumbling to get dressed.

There was a girl who lived down the hall who just happened to be Penny's best friend, Porscha Brown. She was a smart young woman, ambitious, and a force of pure chaos. In other words she was Penny's homegirl. Penny slipped into some HCU branded sweatpants and a Hello Kitty sweater, not even bothering to shower. She at least managed to brush her teeth and hair, no small feet when you didn't even want to be standing.

The apartment she slowly waddled her bare foot way to was straight down the hall if you turned to the opposite side of the stairs. She knocked on the door gently, more worried about waking up the person that was no doubt sleeping on the couch.

Porscha opened up the door looking exhausted. "Yo, mama what are you doing over here at 1pm?" she looked her friend up and down before noticing the folded bills in the short girl's hand. "What's that?"

"I met a guy last night and he rocked my world and left a thousand dollars on my nightstand: am I a whore?" The brunette flashed the cash with the most adorable look of confusion on her face. “Also I’m really fucking sore, everywhere.”

Porscha did a double take before hauling the shorter girl in. "Woah bitch you can't just drop shit like that on me, JT are you awake baby, Penny just dropped some bombs," Porscha looked all too delighted by this as she led Penny into the living room.

Even though the apartment was almost a mirror image of Penny’s own, the aesthetic was very different. Penny’s barebones living came from the fact she was a runaway from a far away Texas land that had been surviving off of grant money, scholarships and tips from the diner.

Porscha’s space was much more of a home, the kitchen counters were cleared except for a toaster and a coffee pot that was still partially full. Penny gave a little smile at the memory that he had woken her up with horror on his face when realizing she didn’t so much as have more than a single mug for hot chocolate in her apartment. Porscha’s living room had a large TV with a small entertainment center full of DVDs and her PS4 on top, plus her laptop and her router on the wall that was next to her bedroom door. On the opposite wall there was a decently sized sectional couch in the corner currently adorned with Porscha’s most prized possession; a handsome black man that looked like he had recently had the shit kicked out of him before being dragged through hell and back. And behind the couch was her most prized decoration; a Michelle Obama poster signed by the woman herself. That was a whole story unto itself.

The rest of the wall space was taken up by pictures of Porscha and JT, Porscha and JT with her parents, his siblings and grandparents... lots of debate team pictures from high school... A wall full of life. Penny only had one picture of herself younger than 18 and that was tucked away somewhere no one could easily find it. She had given up at a lot to flee her old life and Porscha was one of the first people that had made her feel like that was worth doing.

There were some bookshelves mounted to the walls with a crap ton of books mostly written by civil rights activists that shamefully Penny couldn’t name or recognize, as well as some classics such as Jane Austen, Moby Dick, and similar ‘old books’ Penny wasn’t into. Good on Porscha though…

Porscha sat on the section of the couch JT wasn’t sprawled around and propped up on, looking up at Penny and taking a deep breath. “Okay, regale me with the story of this man who dropped a grand on that pussy…” the older girl threw JT a look that Penny couldn't read. If she could have, she would have known it was meaning something along the lines of 'holy fuck this isn't how I thought I'd spend my morning'.

“Technically more, because he left a huge tip at work…” And Penny began to tell the story of how she ended up fucking until near the break of day with the hottest, probably richest piece of dick that she had ever encountered…….
 
It would be truly amazing for those with certain expectations of the mafia to find that his life was not a series of adventures and intrigues, was not constant excitement. Life in the Family was not all burritos and strippers. On paper Theo was an employee of the Di Capri Company Lmtd, a hundred year old company that had interests in many fields. Primari;y lemons and real estate, but due to various corporate entanglements they had interests under different names all across the PNW. About a eighth of his week was spent putting in appearances at various locations in Jefferson and making it seem like he was your average young businessman, thanks to nepotism he received a job in his cousin's lucrative business and could afford to live a life of luxury that few dreamed of. This required him to appear to do paperwork, inspect properties, meet with investors. It helped that he also allowed the Italian company to have a more 'liberal' face. it was fashionable in liberal circles to have people of color and other minorities in positions of power, and Boss Al was able to get that clout without having to let a stranger into his dealings.

For a hundred years the Di Capri Comapny Lmtd (going under various names over the years) had been the front to manage the Di Capri Crime Family's finances, legitimate and otherwise. There was an army of lawyers and accounts that kept it solvent and fought off audits from the IRS and the FBI. They had farmed lemons and sold limoncello under the table during Prohibition, laundered the money that Celestino the Tourist made from his piracy. During the big booms in real estate in the '50's they'd laundered more money and had more work going through them than any other company in Haven City. They ran ships from Panama to Vancouver, and had even had some business with Japan during the 90's. All of that meant that for every hour that a mafioso put in doing his real work, he needed to put a half-hour in looking like he was a civilian at a real job.

Which left one hundred and thirty-three hours for Theo to devote to his Family work.

The job of a messaggero was a complicated one in many ways. It had come about after the Apalachin Commission, and served as a way to stimy police investigation into what they did. Formerly there was a pretty simple system that seperated the Boss from the gunmen. The boss told the consigliere something, then the consigliere told it to a capo and the capo told it to whoever it needed to be told to. This worked back in the old days when the most sophisticated surveilance most police forces could handle was two cops eating donuts and jacking off to pin-ups. Now you needed to play your cards even closer to the chest. In order to stay a free man Boss Al had to perform a complicated juggling act between himself, his son Augy the underboss, Marco 'The Corsican' Casanova , the consigliere and Theo. Between the four of them the FBI and the rest of the alphabet agencies couldn't make a RICO case stick since they could never be sure who was giving the orders to who and who was just playing the part at which time. Theo was a big part of that, keeping connections going between the Di Capri's and the member of the Commission. Which meant a lot of long flights to Chicago, or down to LA and Vegas to talk with interests there. On top of the workload that this required, Theo also had the social obligations of a mafioso to take care of. Parties, appearances, dinners, family events.

All of which was truly exhausting for Theo to keep up.

As it happened it was coming up on Valentine's Day that Theo was looking through his dry cleaning pile and found the note that Penny had slipped into his pocket at some point during their night. It took him a moment to realize whose number it must be, given when he had worn that suit last. It was late at night when he found the note, closer to eleven than midnight but still dark out when he dialed the number into his phone and called, waiting to see whether she answered or not.
 
Those weeks in between their meeting and the day he found that number were excruciating for Penny; classes were in full swing, work was super busy, and worst of all Penny just sat there waiting... She had thought Theo had fun that night, and after a week had gone by and she hadn't gotten so much as a text she suddenly found herself fussing a bit. Wondering if he had gotten busy, lost her number or just didn't want to hang again. But that dick had her dreaming every night... Even the frat boy she fucked at a party on week two didn't wipe it from her mind... The money had nothing to do with it. She honestly just wanted to roll in the bed with a thick cock like that

"Jesus I've never seen you clean so much in my life..." Porscha was lounging on her couch giving JT a 'break' from her (in other words JT was sleeping and she was bored). It was late, but the girls didn't have a healthy sleep schedule. She was on her phone making Valentine's Day reservations for her and JT to go out for the first time since before his injury. Nothing overly taxing, just a romantic dinner. "Expecting a hot date?"

"Stress cleaning... I didn't expect school and work to be so much and I figured he'd have hit me up by now for a booty call or something..." that thousand dollars was sitting in her bank account safely. Not only had she been hesitant to spend it, but also it was looking like a nice buffer for slow season.

"And so you're cleaning in case he does call?" Porscha raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'm just procrastinating on A&P 2, and you showed up before I could leave for the gym... Jesus how hard is it for a good dick to hit ten numbers into his phone and hit send?!?!" Penny piled the clothes into the rarely used hamper while pouting a little bit. This drew laughter from her best friend.

Porscha had heard the tale multiple times now, and she couldn't believe Penny had fixated on one cock for even this long. Sure, she wasn't fully sure of Penny's real body count; she had only ever heard the names of five of them, and Theo was the only name she had heard more than once. It was amusing to the older girl. "Shit, boo was the D really that good?"

"Yeah, it really was. Oh well. I'll get over it, of course but I mean... He got so deep!" Porscha laughed even harder at the stars in Penny's eye and the dramatic sigh that escaped the smaller woman.

"You never forget your first cervix banger..." Porscha shrugged just as Penny's phone went off. "Who the fuck is calling this la-"

Penny dove across the room with a little dodge roll at the end to grab the phone. She didn't recognize the number, and in her head that meant it could only be one person... "1-800-Phone-A-Slut, this is Penny!" Theo'd hear both girls giggling even as Porscha grabbed her blanket, wrapped it around her like a cloak and waved her goodbyes to Penny.
 
There were likely many things that Theo could have expected to come out of the other end of the phone. "I thought you'd never call!" "You've got a lot of nerve!" "Hello?" or perhaps some prank number like the sex addiction hotline. After not calling her back for almost a month, admittedly it hadn't actually been his fault- she had never told him that her number was in his pocket, he had expected her to be more than a little piqued about his giving her a cold shoulder. The absolute last thing he had expected to hear come over the other end of the phone was exactly the thing that did.

In his line of work sometimes you needed to fight the sluts off with a stick. Men like him could end up being used like a piece of meat for a pay out just as easily as any of the girls that ended up working the streets or as escorts at their fancier events. There were women who wanted the perks of being with a made man, whether they were money, influence, drugs or something else. Others just wanted to be able to brag and say they'd done it with a made man. Plenty of guys liked the attention, and there were days that Theo indulged just as much as the rest of the mafiosos, but lately he'd wanted nothing to do with those types of girls. His old goomah, Nikolina had been texting him lately trying to get his attention. But really all of it had just made him feel tired. He had realized that the last time he'd been able to keep that tiredness at bay had been at her apartment.

It was a Friday night, and people he knew were out at the clubs relaxing and having a good time. The week before Valentine's Day, and he was staying home alone getting his dry cleaning in order. So when he heard her answer the phone like that, all he could do was let out a relieved laugh. Then, instead of talking over the phone he did something - impulsive.

"I'm going to my cousin's club tonight, I'll pick you up in fifteen. Don't bother wearing panties." He didn't give her much more than fifteen seconds to reply, his tone of a voice sounding like he was not going to take no for an answer. Then he had hung up and was racing himself to get ready for a night that he hadn't been expecting at all. True to his word fiteen minutes later his Maserati was idling in front of her apartment building, with him wearing a suit that cost more than her rent, excited to see what she looked like when she came out.
 
Fifteen minutes?

Penny's big brown eyes widened because she had no doubt he honestly meant that time limit. The moment she hung up she dropped her phone on the couch and was dashing into her room and shuffling through her clothes.

It wasn't like she went out and dressed up often, and even while she was stripping out of her comfy clothes she realized she would probably not come close to comparing to what he normally fucked...

So she didn't try to. Something made her wonder if she needed to? She just needed to put in a little effort to show him she was excited he finally called her...

There were only three dresses in possession; a floral number far too adorable to be "club worthy", an old homecoming dress that didn't fit the same anymore since she had gained a little extra bounce in her booty, and finally she picked out something she had bought almost a year ago. It was probably the skimpiest dress she had ever purchased off a thirft shop shelf, but it was barely worn and never by her. Emerald green, with a velvety texture, it came down a little above mid thigh, and accentuated her tits a bit more with an almost corset-like bust. Porscha had raved up and down on how amazing she'd look in it and how mad laid she'd be...

Well Penelope Parker was hoping like hell "no panties" meant she would spend the better part of the night with his dick between her legs. And she hoped he'd appreciate the extra bit of short-notice effort. Especially since it fit so perfectly and showed off her legs nicely. She didn't have heels to pair it with, but she did at least put on her only nice pair of black cowboy boots. Penny even had to laugh at her reflection and wrote a stick note and put it on her mirror to go shoe shopping.

Right on time, she got the text about him being outside just as she had finished a quick few eccentuating curls in her hair, and the only make up she worried about was her lips; a cherry red lipstick replaced her cherry chapstick from their last encounter. Penny wasn't the best at pretty make up and didn't have the time enough not to make herself look like a raccoon. It wasn't her best work, but for the time limit he handed her she felt passable enough.

The only thing that sucked about this outfit was no pockets... She didn't think she had to worry about money considering who was taking her out, but at the very least she needed her ID... Side effects of looking twelve.

You didn't keep a man like this waiting and so she slipped her ID in her strapless bra and locked the door behind her.

"I was wondering if you lost my number for a few days there..." As she slipped into the passenger seat she tried to understate how often she had thought about this, though the excitement in her face told otherwise... At least until she saw his expensive suit and frowned a little. "Sorry I'm not dressed nicer... I only had 15 minutes and nothing to wear!"
 
For a moment Theo lost all ability to form rational speech. He was the man with the silver tongue, the Envoy who walked into hostile drug territory and then walked out again having talked them into selling their own mothers in order to make whatever deal he had come up with. Code-switching was his first language, English and Italian his second. Toss in some Haitian Creole from his mother and you had his native tongues all listed out. Not to mention the other langauges he had picked up over the years. One thing you could say for Theo was that he was a cunning linguist. But when Penny slid into his car in that little dress of hers, cowboy boots on her carmel legs and not a panty-line to be seen, Theo's talented tongue failed him for a moment and all he could think of was shoving his tongue down her throat or reintroducing her tonsils to the base of his cock. There was something about Penny that seemed to embody the adorable and the amorous in one tiny package.

"I actually did almost lose it in the wash. You didn't exactly tell me you put it there." Smiling at her broadly as he eyed her up, obviosuly enjoying what she had chosen out. He didn't know how limited her selection was but he could imagine, though he wasn't sure if she understood how unlimited her selection was so long that she was on his arm. She just needed to point at something and he would reach into his pocket and make her wish his command. Simple as that. Reaching out he placed one hand on her thigh, palm up so that she could hold it while he drovve his Mazerati one handed.

"And you look fine Penny. Fine as hell." He kept his hair tied back into a ponytail like before, not letting his natural hair show and remind everyone of just how black he could be. He was a man who had been a boy who had been ecstatic to learn about his darker cousins on the peninsula, and who would pretend for days that he was just a dark-skinned Italian. And not the light-skinned black man in America he actually was. But all that tension that he ahd been carrying was gone now. Simply disappearing as he felt the electricity of her skin on his.

As he started driving he just let the music on the radio playing, letting her change the station if she wanted and not really worrying as he got onto the 91 and let it lead him around and down into Oak Hills on 13th Street. As he drove they moved past crews on corners finishing up their night shift supplying for fiends, though none of them were on 13th Street itself until they got out of the residential and closer into the factories. The parking lot of Club Amity was filled on this Friday night, and they had Valentine's Day decorations hanging out front. Across the parking lot there were lights on in the warehouse across the way. The Pits. But she didn't need to see that right now.

"My cousin Melanie owns the place. Opened up a little over a year ago. Nice place for a fun night out I figure." Looking over at her to see how she's comfortable, knowing that there was no way they were going to card her. Especially since she was with him.
 
Penny noticed the speechlessness almost immediately, watched his eyes burn through the fabric of her only nice dress. The scorch could be felt on the naked skin underneath as she relaxed in the seat and lounged so he could get the full length view of how good she looked in it. The tiny brunette was more than happy to let him gawk and find his words while she also took in the sight of how fly he looked. She didn't even look down as her hand slid into his naturally as if this weren't just the second time in her life she was meeting up with him.

"Well in my defense I was still Sleepy Penny when you left me and I thought guys just check their pockets or some shit like that..." Penny's defensive tone dropped into an embarrassed grumble. See at this point in their acquaintanceship, she was still thinking like a normal person. See Penny was really only interested in Theo because he was fascinating and probably first or second place on her Top Three Fucks of All Time, and while the tip he had left her had definitely perked up some questions, they weren't the right questions as Porscha would have described it. She didn't care how he made his money, or that he even had it and would spend it on her if she asked. All she saw was a hot black guy in a fancy suit. A made brother was spun to be the epitome of sexy. Especially by Porscha.

"I just figured you'd slide your smokes in there and find it and go 'ah man she was a great lay I should call her up for round fifty', or that you'd check your pockets before doing laundry... my mama makes my dad and brothers do it..." The words 'it just makes sense everyone should do that' dropped off when she realized with two suits this expensive he probably didn't do laundry like regular folk. Hell, he probably had enough suits to get through almost a month before needing to drop anything off to dry cleaning. Pink tinged her cheeks with a playful grin.

It was easy to slip into casual conversation over the radio, and Penny wasn't paying attention to what was coming over the air. Instead Theo got a earful of the mundane. Penny was a chatterbox even before she was comfortable with a person, but she talked to Theo like an old friend, as if she was gossiping with Porscha. "Hey so do you read the paper? Did you hear about that frat party the cops broke up two weeks ago where they arrested like eight guys for distributing to minors? I was totally there with my bestie Porscha- by the way we probably shouldn't fuck at my place tonight, Porscha doesn't know what locks are and is a professional blue baller, I think she gets it from her dad to be honest- and it was total bullshit. They broke a party up over cheap beer and some pot, like what the fuck?"

Now Penny didn't subscribe to the same line of thinking JT and Porscha: ACAB- All Cops Are Bastards. That didn't compute to a small town girl who's black older brother was a city boy back home. Yeah, she knew big city cops were mostly assholes and out to get anyone with skin of browner persuasions, but that didn't mean all of them were rotten. The lecture she had gotten from Porscha after fucking a rookie cop in his car though had left her with the impression that Porscha would never see any officer as good and seemed to view black cops with a special level of disdain.

The rest of the conversation included a table that had stiffed her, which bled into: "Speaking of stiff things that I've been thinking about," with a perverted little smile and wink at him just as they arrived at their destination. There was almost a little pout on her face that she had gotten so distracted by her conversation she had forgotten road head was probably on the table with Theo.

"Nice! I've never been here before. I've only been in Haven City for a little over two years now, and it's not often I go clubbing. Why spend the cover charge some place that checks IDs when there's usually at least three toga parties I can show up to any day of the week and everyone knows I'm not 21 because they're not 21 either?" it was broke college girl logic, though it wouldn't be long before she was regularly texting Theo to come be her entertainment during or after her college parties. See, after a few fucks regular college dick would never be enough for her again. For now, she was blissfully unaware of her own dickmatization.

As she got out of the car she did a quick check in with Porscha- a safety precaution Porscha insisted on if she was going to run around the city with strange dick. Place and a timestamp if she ever went missing. Not that Penny got any sort of vibes off of Theo that worried her, she just didn't want to listen to Porscha nag all week.
 
On the ride down to the Club Theo let Penny talk and talk. It was easily the second favorite thing he liked her to do with her mouth. And judging by the look and then the pout she gave as soon as they were in the parking lot it seemed like she shared his favorite as well. One of the things that made Theo such a good negotiator, such a good mover among different cultures, was that he was able to listen to people actively. To take part in a conversation by only nodding his head, shrugging his shoulders, a breathing little laugh or a sound or two from his mouth and she would be able to know that he was listening and interested in her conversation without him needing to talk over her or even really say a word. Though he felt he was lucky that she didn't notice the type of neighborhood that he was taking her to. Since she was from out of town she probably didn't have any reference for Oak Hills being nicknamed 'Homicide Hills' back in the day.

As it happened, Theo did hear about the party that got busted up, and all of the petty dealers that got caught dealing to minors. Some of them had been associates, friends of friends of friends that were kicking money up to capos or Regs. Others were just bustas who had gotten busted in the mix. The type of little things that happened in his business. But they were only tangenitally on his radar. Couldn't even name them if he tried. Theo did his work more at the wholesale level. Kilos and kilos. And even then it would need to be something serious in order to get someone of his level into the room. That's what other people are for.

Once they were properly stopped he got out of the car and opened her door letting his hand run over the back of her dress for a minute once she got out, enjoying the way her back curved before that cushion of an ass she had. It took all the respect for women he had not to just grab a handful and enjoy his day. And if he were another type of man she'd be bent ovr in the alley before they even got to drinks.

"Anyone tries to card you in here, tries to get you to pay for anything, you just tell them 'I'm with Theo' and that'll make the problem disappear. You understand?" He explained it to her slow, but there was power in his voice. If she had known what a made man sounded like she might ahve figured out what he was in that moment. But everything he knew about her told him she wasn't that savvy. Which was fine by him as he led her towards the front of the Club, skipping the line and getting passed the bouncers with a smile. If she was looking, she might notice that a lot of the bouncers had gang tattoos showing. Thirteens and stars mostly.
 
Penny wasn't used to any real level of respect from the type of guys she usually ended up with. College boys were only in it to get their dicks wet for the most part. So when his hand rested on the small of her back, as if instinctual she went up on the balls of her feet and pressed her ass against his hand thinking that was his goal all along. "'I'm with Theo', got it!" the tiny woman on his arm chirped back as if that power went completely unrecognized. Penny really wasn't that savvy and she was just here to have fun with a guy she really liked being around.

"So... hey... I have a question and I know you're going to laugh at me and Porscha laughed at me too... but since you technically paid me last time... And you're buying my drinks... does this mean I'm officially a whore now?" It took her a moment to fully ask the question and there was no shortage of redness in her face as they stepped in the the club and she stepped into a whole new world. Whether he answered immediately or not, Penny stepped away from him and looked at the floor full of dancing bodies and felt the thump of the bass in her body, leaving a little extra energy in her chest. "Sweatier than what it looks like in the movies!"

The words came out as if she had truly never been into a club in her life. The flashing lights and the constant movement was exciting to the energetic college girl.

The thirteens and stars weren't even noted at this point, and even if they had been she wasn't savvy enough to connect them to the name 'Regs' that Porscha and JT had mentioned before while giving her a history lesson of the area. It wasn't hard for Porscha to do; Lee Brown had reported heavily during the Haven City Wars. For now Porscha seemed to think there was a fragile peace hanging over the city. "Blood always flows in the streets of Haven City... it's just a matter of time before one of the loose canons goes off and before you know it civilians are dying and the colors hanging on your corner changes..." she had impressed upon Penny to stay away from guys wearing colors and covered in certain tattoos, most of which Penny couldn't remember off the top of her head. And they didn't matter anyways because Theo didn't have a single spot of ink on him as far as she had seen in their first encounter.

"I'm glad you called, Theo," Penny returned to his side, pressing against him. She didn't notice the way she turned heads of several young men as she walked. She was oblivious to any man but him in the room with her, her playful smile reserved for his eyes only. A small caramel hand ran up his chest and tugged him by the collar of his shirt into a passionate kiss and invited him to do what he had been so tempted to in the car; shove his tongue down her throat. This time it was in a public place though and she didn't care who saw or who knew him or care about anything other than this fine ass man in front of her.
 
Melanie Di Capri was everything that a man could want in a woman, or that a woman could strive to be. She was beautiful, absolutely drop-dead gorgeous and what the hoodrats she called her security called 'Million Dollar Pussy'. Translation: Million Dollar quality and the price tag attached as well. Her father was one of the most dangerous men, not just in Haven City, but the whole Pacific Northwest. Boss Al Di Capri was the head of the Di Capri Family that lived in Haven City and ran almost all of La Cosa Nostra's work east of the Rockies. LA, Seattle, San Francisco, Las Vegas, if you were Italian and in crime you paid your dues up to Alphone Di Capri.

And Melanie was his eldest daughter and his princess.

Wealth, fame, beauty, cunning. Melanie had it all and more, and she had used it to carve out her own little corner of her father's kingdom to rule as her own. Club Amity had been her project, hers and hers alone. It had earned its name because she had used it to help end a war just before it started, Amity because it was a club where they kept the peace. Both the Regulators and the No Label Gang could run their girls and their drugs through there, the Pits were next door and available for all kinds of business, and the Regulators got their W-2's and insurance through acting as her bouncers and private security. Everyone won and no one needed to die. Well no one else. It was Melanie's understanding that Jacob Jackson could be very convincing when wielding an AK-47.

Club Amity was also the beginning of a gentrification project that she was taking part in, turning the warhouses and abandoned storefronts of this portion of Oak Hills into a thriving set of apartments and businesses for wealthy college students, a plan that was supported by the locals as it opposed the more sinister possibility of the area being gentrified by the Johnson Family. That was the type of politics that Melanie considered as she twirled cherries into her margarita behind the bar, watching like a queen surveys her domain. Which was when she noticed something that was neither amiss, nor quite right.

Her cousin, Theo Jolicouer, and one of her good friends was not much aof a partier. Sure he would attend parties and Melanie knew his last two goomahs, but seeing Theo put in an appearance at her club on what was otherwise an ordinary night was shocking on its own. Before Melanie could even get herself out of behind the bar to start making her way to saying hello to her favorite cousin she was hit with two other shocks. The first was when she noticed the tiny girl beside Theo, as far as she could remember she had never known Theo to hire a black escort. She had also never seen Theo be that public with any girl.

Theo for his part enjoyed the offered piece of ass she gave him, but not too publicly or lasciviously. PDA wasn't usually his thing, but she had a way of drawing him into it. There was something addictive about her energy and her chaos. For a moment his silver tongue stumbled to find a proper answer to her question, unsure how to read that 'officially' when it came to calling herself a whore. Did she get off on the idea? Was she insulted? Happy? The blush on her cheeks was adorable though, and fortunately the attractions of the club drew her attention before he could give her any answer to her question. Though judging by the kiss that they soon exchanged, she wasn't too turned off by the idea of how much money he had and was willing to shell out to her.

Obviously there were eyes watching, and any chance that he could keep her his dirty little secret was likely long gone, but he hadn't expected to find Melanie standing by them, doing a classy finger clap, once their kiss was done.

"Wooh, and here I thought the DJ I was overpaying was tonight's etertainmnet." Melanie was joking though, and the smile that Theo gave her showed that he knew it too. There might be things about La Cosa Nostra that exhausted him, but Theo loved his cousins with all his heart. Melanie reached up and wrapped her arms around Theo's neck, crossing at the wrists, and expertly avoided spilling any of her drink as she got up on her tip toes to kiss Theo on both cheeks, a gesture that Theo exchanged. They were Italian after all.

"It's good to see you Mel." Theo said as his cousin descended from her toes to take in Penny and Penny's outfit, her opinions unclear until she leaned in to kiss Penny's cheeks as well. Whether the coed consented or not.

"You are absolutely adorable! I love your dress! Oh where are my manners, I'm Melanie Di Capri, Theo's cousin. So what do you think of my place?" Penny could talk as fast as she wanted and Melanie could keep up easily.
 
Penny was a bit surprised by the sudden appearance of what she considered the most beautiful woman she ever met. Even as straight as she claimed to be, there was a flush running from her cheeks down her neck as she took in the older white woman with fascination. She was even more startled when the stranger leaned in for those weird cheek kisses Penny didn't quite understand. Down in the South Auntie kissed you, full on smack-a-roo to the cheek, slobber and all. That didn't stop Penny from returning it to be polite. The smaller woman gulped. "Melanie, that's a pretty name! Wow, Theo your cousin is really pretty!" Penny almost looked at him accusingly as if she would have worn something much nicer if she had anything and if she had known she was going to be meeting someone in his family.

However, Penny quickly turned her attention back to Melanie as the question was asked. "Oh wow, this place is so cool. I've never actually been in here before, college girl, why pay for expensive drinks when I can go kegstand at a frat party, but this is soooooo much better!" Penny looked around, clearly star struck by all the lights and commotion and energy contained in this one building. "And I think you're right, I think you're overpaying for the DJ. You know, there's a lot of college DJs that would pay you just to have the luxury of playing to a crowd this big!"

That was something she had picked up from Porscha; always try to rep your people. Penny had plenty of college friends that were amateur DJs, she partied plenty enough to have fucked more than a few of them too. Penny gave the pair of cousins a huge grin. "Definitely better than spending my night at home watching Netflix!"

With those few sentences Penny had revealed a lot about herself; first of all that she was in college, second of all that she was the type of college girl to stay in just as much as she was to party, and more than anything that she was a hyper little thot that just cared about the vibe of wherever she was. And tonight she was vibing hard with Theo and her only concern was getting to either dance with him on the crowded dance floor, or to fuck him senseless in the bathroom. Either way she'd be happy.
 
Theo was trying to think of another time where Theo had seen Melanie visibly blink in confusion before. Mafia or not, one of the first things you learned as a kid growing up with wealth and under the spotlight was that you never let anyone see you sweat. Not the media, not your enemies, not even your friends and family. You always had to appear to be under control in every circumstance you were in. This reality only compounded in a Mafia family where there were bigger threats than paparazi and gold diggers coming your way. There was a power that you wielded through your last name, or your family relations, that needed to be present at all times. The weight needed to be carried almost casually, as if they couldn't have someone killed with a well-crafted phrase or pointed look. Melanie had always been the queen of keeping composure, being the oldest child, a girl, and having lived through most fo the War at full consciousness would do that to you.

But Penny Parker had just tossed literal decades of training and decorum out of the window.

There was a quick look exchanged between the two cousins as Melanie began the process of becoming accustomed to Penny. An acclimation process that Theo was going to become familiar with occuring in evveryone who met his... something. Everyone who met his something. In this particular case Theo had noticed two reactions playing off of his cousin's face. The first was surprise that Theo was with a black girl, something that he had avoided for a bit if he was being honest with himself and how he had been navigating family gatherings. The second was the impression that the girl was an escort, perhaps even a new Phantasies girl, an impression that Penny had effectively torpedoed the moment she opened her mouth. That was a reaction Theo was sure he would be getting used to. Melanie though, she was excellent on the pivot. She planted on her most diplomatic smile, looked straight at Penny and said:

"Well you are absolutely delightful! Theo make sure she gets my number, we definitely have to do brunch some time!" With a quick hug and some more kisses Melanie disappeared back to doing her work behind the bar, giving them a parting 'You kids have fun!' before returning to her bar and her maragarita.

Theo wasn't sure how that impression went over with his date, so he turned to her and raised a questioning eyebrow.
 
Penny stared at the retreating back of her date's cousin, head tilted in such a cat-like way for a minute you could swear she was going to purr and give chase. Internally, as always, Penny's thoughts were going about 500 words per minute, and half of them had nothing to do with the event that had just happened.

Wow she's really pretty. I wish my tits were a little nicer. Theo must be really fucking rich if his cousin owns this club. Wow that tall guy over there has a really pretty colored drink! I wonder what it is? Oooh I like the way the strobe lights shimmer on this floor. Oh shit Theo's looking at me. What's that look for? Did he ask me a question, fuck I zoned out. Oh shit now I'm staring at him like an idiot, Penelope Paige say something!

"Wow your cousin was so sweet! And she was really rocking that outfit! What's brunch by the way? Porscha keeps talking about brunch but she's never actually explained it to me? I mean why do you need a special word for breakfast and lunch together? I mean breakfast is perfectly acceptable at all times of day, that's why diners serve breakfast all day right?" The suddenly frazzled Penny covered her mouth with a blush just to get herself to stop talking about breakfast.


"OHH! I love this song, come on!" Penny was suddenly EXTREMELY glad for the distraction of one of her favorite songs. She was too naïve to relate the words to her current situation and the man that very much needed her type of company. Some thought it was her best aspect, the fact that she could maintain a level of innocence and ignorance all while being a hyperactive little slut.

Penny grabbed his hand and left him no option than to follow his bouncy little fucktoy for the night onto the crowded dancefloor. Sure, she was trying to cover for her ditziness a moment ago, but she didn't come to the club just to stand around looking at Theo's relations. She was looking too cute and with a man too fly to not show off and be as noticeable as possible without causing Theo a headache. Little did she know that she'd spend the rest of their natural lives giving him headache after headache.

The smaller girl pulled him close and wiggled her ass, giving him a huge grin as she college-girl danced with him, mostly just her grinding on him and sincerely working to get him hard enough to drag her off the floor and to a bathroom. The real goal was the dicking after all, wasn't it? She didn't wear panties for a reason....

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes
Shining just the way we are
I feel like we're forever every time we get together
But whatever, let's get lost on Mars​
 
They really shouldn't work as well as they did. Or at least as well as they were doing in the few combined minutes they shared with each other where his cock wasn't inside of her in some way, shape or form. the differences between them in wealth and social status were obvious for anyone to see, even the few people from out in Glenwood who had decided to spend their Friday night partying on a trip into the city could see the difference between the two of them. Or he was possibly giving them a bit too much credit for that. In either case, her ditziness did more than give him some gentle headaches, it brought him a genuine and unique sense of peace that he hadn't felt with another person in a long time. He loved his cousins and his father's family, but they often gave him far more serious headaches than she did.

There was no resistance in his body as she took his hand and led him out onto the dance floor. Something that was particularly surprising to those few people in the club who knew him. Usually when he was at the club it was to do clandestine business, or maybe have a drink with Augy or Joe. Always at their encouragement of course. It was rare that he did any dancing at all, even though everyone knew that he was good at it. Yet, there was something about Penny that brought it out of him, had his hands roaming over the sides of her body and playfully cupping her breasts as she ground against him, reminding him just what she was like when they didn't have their clothes on. And of course, he had already figured out she wasn't wearing any panties.

His hands were strong as they gripped her hips, locking her in place against him. If they wanted, if she were bold enough, he could fuck her right then and there on the dancefloor and no one would dare stop them or even complain. It was hardly as if they were the first people in the world to fuck on the dancefloor, and this dancefloor in particular found its way to attracting just the type of people who would do it right there on the dancefloor. Some might even whisper that that was exactly Melonie's type of people.

It wasn't long until he was throbbing against her backside as his lips pressed against the heat of the back of her neck, breathing heavily in her ear, though he didn't have any words for her. Letting her chaotic energy bring him whatever peace she chose to.
 
Theo hadn't even seen Penny's real talents yet.

What he had experienced a month ago was just a fraction of the chaos that the tiny woman in his arms was capable of causing. In the last two years she had proven herself one of the biggest sluts on Haven City University main campus.

As she swayed and ground her ass against him, Penny felt all her stress and worries melt away. She had been a little stressed out about impressing him, but it was clear that he was just here to ride the wild ride that was Penny having a good time; she she focused on having a great time. She wanted her mood to elevate his.

Well, that wasn't the only thing she was focusing on. While he was distracted by kissing the back of her neck and letting her have the reigns, his pants were being unzipped and her tiny hands were busy getting his cock out and her dress up around her hips. He didn't have to ask for this, nor did she vocalize what was about to happen. They were of one mind, and with a quick slip of her hips right at the perfect moment of song change, he was inside her and she was grinding on his cock instead of against it.


Brown eyes looked up at him excitedly as she pressed back against him. "That's better isn't it?" she teased and started grinding and dancing on his cock to the beat of the music. No one called them out if anyone even noticed and hell, Penny was pretty sure she saw a couple of white people by the pillar openly grinding and fucking to the music as well. "Thanks for calling me Theo."

She needed a night like tonight, just as wild and crazy as she had been feeling couped up in her apartment wondering if he was ever going to call her or not. Now she was right where she belonged bouncing on his dick.
 
Theo needed Penny. He needed her more than he was even able to admit himself.

Everyone talked about how heavy the head that wore the crown, they rarely talked about how heavy the head of the king's chief messenger was. As a messeggero position had many duties and parts to it. The biggest and most important responsibility was to make it impossible for the federal government to put a RICO case on the Di Capri Family organization because they could not properly pin who was the actual head or what legit resources were actually involved. This required a large amount of coordination between Boss Al, Augy, Theo and the consigliere Marco. Theo was also the one who was often also coordinating with all of the other criminal organizations, and putting his face out on the street as the black guy with the heroin connection. All of which meant that a significant amount of the weight of the crown ended up on Theo's shoulders.

When Theo was with Penny though, he didn't feel that weight so much, and sometimes, like right now he didn't feel the weight at all. Instead he was feeling that soaking wet gorilla grip of Penny's tight ass pussy working hard to milk him absolutely dry. He had never done something like this before, the closest thing to it being some under clothes actions on one of the family yacht's when he was a teenager. It was one of those things that was risqué if you were white, but trashy if you were black. The exact type of mentality he had to deal with being the one black guy in an Italian Mafia. Worrying about appearances, ignoring microaggressions and other rudeness, hearing again and again about how he was 'one of the good ones' or receiving compliments for doing things that were perfectly normal. Always taking the time to make sure that his hair was right, his clothes were right, he couldn't remember the last time he had listened to music around them, and this was the first time in forever he had taken a date to a club.

The frustration of his past few weeks came out of him and into her slit, the pace of his thrusts increasing to double the time of the music without him even noticing as he focused on pounding into her. He didn't care if anyone was looking in their direction, at their particular corner of the dancefloor, and could tell what he was doing. He was a Di Capri, even if his last name was Jolicouer and he could fuck her right there on the DJ booth if he wanted to. His hands moved up her body, cupping her perky tits as he breathed into hair.

"I've never done something like this before."
 
His first mistake was admitting he had never done something like this before. Penny's mind went on full red alert and screamed "NEW EXPERIENCE! NEW EXPERIENCE! GOTTA MAKE IT MINDBLOWING!" He was already building up the speed and her ass slapped back against him to meet him every step of the way. "Oh really?" Penny managed to get out between moans, the best type of evil in her eyes. She loved the idea of doing firsts with the clearly experienced man, that she was bringing something fresh to his table. After meeting Melanie, she realized that Theo could be bathing in bitches prettier than Penny. But they were also faker.

Penny concentrated all her effort on her core muscles, tightening her abs, her thighs and most importantly her cunt; it was a very deliberate effort to clench his first orgasm of the night after him. She had lost track of how many times they had both cum their first time together. Tonight she was determined to keep track. "Oh fuck, Theo, so this is the first time you've cum inside a dumb college girl on the dancefloor?" She teased, because even if he hadn't cum with that last move she hoped reminding him that he was allowed to nut in her at any point would get him there. The thought of it actually drove her over the edge too, though she had the sense to bite her lip so she didn't start screaming and startle the crowd.

"One," Penny laughed suddenly mid orgasm, stopping the thrusting and just burying him inside her so he could feel the spasming of her muscles around his thick cock. "Out of at least 10 tonight if I have my say in it... Hey, where can we find a bathroom? I should clean you up..."

And like the pure chaotic energy she was, she popped off his cock and tucked him away, following him in whatever direction he guided her with a cum trail leaking out of her as she walked confidently to the next place they were going to fuck. The dancing was fun, but they both knew what they were really there for.
 
Her words were lost over the sound of the music and the bodies on the dance floor, but even still Penny found a way to talk with her hips. When her lips clenched down on the base of his cock it didn't matter whether he had received the message that she wanted to be a twinkie or not, once she clamped down on him there was absolute nothing he could do to change the outcome. His cock twitched like a hose inside of her as he shot rope after rope into her until she was overflowing down the insides of her thighs. It was enough to make one think that he might not have cum since the last time that he had pulled up to her place, and even with that he still had enough stamina to make it through more than two songs of her grinding on his cock and the absolute mania that was her working with a dick inside of her.

There was no time for hesitation or thought when Penny was in your life. Before Theo was sure his balls had even stopped shooting cum her brain had already registered that they were spent for the moment and was popping off of it and slipping it back into his dress pants casually and smoothly. The question about a bathroom did register for him though and that's how he found himself leading her across the entire dance floor to the men's room in the opposite corner while his soul was leaking down her legs. With Penny there he didn't even consider that Melanie could see him the whole time and was able to watch her her cousin act in ways that she had never imagined him engaging in.

While they had been kids Theo had always been the responsible one, the black kid from Pinesend with a junkie for a mom who got to move up to Venice and live in a big mansion on the top of the hill with all of his white cousins and their rich parents. Theo had never done anything to put that situation in jeopardy, had never raised his voice or been a problem for the Di Capris, but he had gone beyond that and repaid the debt he owed a thousand-fold. 4.0 in college, and plenty of money being pulled in his way that let him legitimately jump up the hierarchy. All of the capos could understand being jumped over by Augy, being the Godfather's son and everything, but to keep the capo's happy about him he had needed to stay perfectly in line. Fucking girls all over Melanie's club wasn't inside of those lines, but it made her happy for her cousin.

The club's bathrooms were clean, pristine even, and there was a man standing on the inside with a cart of food, condoms and other needed supplies (cocaine and pills) for anyone who happened to come in. Theo didn't know if Penny had ever been somewhere with a bathroom attendant, but Theo pull $300 out of his pocket and slipped it into the attendants hands casually. The attendant made a show of pretending like he couldn't see anyone, shading his eyes with his hands as he looked around, but he absolutely took a second to take in the view that was Penny before she got to do whatever she wanted to to Theo
 
There was something about strutting across the club with a trail of cum behind her that had Penny on cloud nine.

Most of the bathrooms that Penny had fucked in prior to this had been college dorm bathrooms, nothing of this pristine caliber, and she was amazed. Her brown eyes flicked up to him with a teasing grin. "Fancy bathroom, let's make a mess!" Penny pulled him in for a kiss by his tie, shoving her tongue in his mouth and smiled. "Here let me clean this..."

Penny had no shame as she dropped to her knees on the clean floor, undoing his pants again and instantly wrapping her lips around his still sticky cock. The little brunette moaned at the taste of them together, her job now to clean him off for round two and to get him hard for the same thing.

This was way more fun than she would have been having cleaning her apartment, and the best part was she was getting some of the best dick she had ever gotten.

Penny sucked harder than she had ever sucked before, and there were some college guys that would claim she was a literal dick vacuum if you asked their opinion. That just meant Theo was getting extra special treatment. He was an extra special guy.

"I've never been fucked in a bathroom this nice before, usually it's frat house bathrooms or my own shower for me..." Penny chuckled as she circled his tip with her tongue, not even noticing the pool of cum under her at this point. "This is fun Theo. We should do this more often!"
 
Theo didn't know what he was thinking when he thought that they'd at least get into the bathroom stall before Penny started doing more potential misdemeanors or felonies, but he was beginning to realize that he just needed to start expecting that Penny would do whatever was needed in order to get his dick as quickly as possible. It meant that he was going to be the responsible one of the two of them, but as his cock started to grow inside of her lips again he realized that that plan wasn't going to work. Without a doubt Penny was the best amateur cock sucker that he had ever had, and she was giving plenty of the professionals a run for their money as well. If Penny wanted to please his dick, Theo just didn't have the willpower to stop her no matter where they were at.

"I'd like that Penny, I really like spending time with you. You're real. And I spend a lot of time talking to fake people. Oooh." A moan escaped his lips as he looked down at her, seeing the cum pooling between her heels. That was what drove it home for him as he looked down into her eyes. It was the casualness of it all that made moments like this appealing to him. The way she would answer the phone and say something absolutely out of pocket like '1-800-Phone-a-Slut this is Penny!' when a man who gave her some good dick once called her back after a bit of a wait. It was the way that she was so casual about fucking in places they shouldn't, how excited she got when she found out that he had never fucked anyone on a dance floor before. She was a girl who liked being a liked and a girl who liked making people happy. It just so happened that the best way she knew how to make people happy was by making their dicks happy.

One of his hands reached down and ran through her hair, pressing on the back of her head as a way to show that he knew she loved sucking cock and he wanted to encourage her to be the absolute most her that she could be with him. He wanted to tell her that they could spend their time in ways that weren't just having sex, that he wanted to get to know her. But he didn't think that the little cokeless cokefiend swallowing around his girth was going to be able understand that right now. So he pressed her lips down his cock to see how far she was willing to go.
 
Penny was very much a people pleaser. Her mama had raised her that "Southern Hospitality" came in many forms; offering a glass of sweet tea to a guest in your home, smiling at anyone who looked like they needed it, but her finest form was the one she was performing on him now. Her pretty little unpierced tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and it only now occurred to her than she never had a real chance to give him a proper cocksucking their last time together.

Theo's words brought her great joy. He really did seem to be having fun, and she didn't realize just how much he was really enjoying her company until she heard the tone in his voice; well the tone that was there when he wasn't moaning at her. But it also meant he wanted more, and now she had his number and could text and call whenever she wanted to. The teenager had no clue what power that was though, she had no idea the power she'd come to hold over the half-black man in due time. She just wanted to have a lot of fun with him and make him smile. Make him moan-no, scratch that, Penny was determined to make Theo scream.

Penny's head went all. The. Way. Before he knew it, her lips were pressed against his base and she was looking up at him with a "Look what I can do!" expression of pride in her eyes. She was proud of herself and she was having so much fun with him. She couldn't wait to see if he was down to spend time with her outside of sex.

Now she focused on the sex part, bobbing her head back and forth and showing how much his amateur cocksucker really enjoyed his dick.
 
The feeling of her lips against his base was a surprise, and almost as pleasant as her throat around his head, but it was the look on her face that really sealed the deal for him. It was that shameless happiness and pride in her work that made him really appreciate spending time with her. If he knew that she was wondering about whether he would be interested in spending time with her outside of getting his dick wet he'd have had some words for her. Nothing too aggressive or serious, but sitting the little bimbo down and explaining to her that it had been her idea to fuck on the dancefloor and then start sucking his dick in the bathroom. Not that he was complaining at all.

"Progress, that's what we like to see around here." He joked with her as he ran his hands through her hair, trying to remember the last time he had his dick sucked by a girl who could go all the way to the base. She had probably been some Phantasies girl that Jax and Scar had hooked him up with, they knew how to find the talented ones and send them to the people that they really appreciated, but in Theo's estimation, Penny blew every whore he'd ever had out of the water. Even the fancy exotic European ones.

"When's Spring Break?" He asked when she came up for air for a second, or otherwise paused in her attentions. He was thinking that they could do something then, if he could schedule her around all of his other busy schedule. It was hard work keeping up his two lives, especially if he wanted a girl on his arm at any given time. Well, a girl who he actually bothered to remember her first name and number after once he got it.
 
There was a sloppy *smack* sound as his large cock sprung out from between her swollen lips, and Penny looked up at him with bright eyes. Great minds truly did think alike sometimes, she was just considering what Spring Break on his arm would look like. While Theo was worried about schedules, Penny was wondering how quickly a nude and a "wanna fuck?" or "Netflix and chill?" would get him in her apartment. It was going to be hard for Theo not to find a way to fit her in when she was chaos supreme. Penny just had that way about her.

"Spring Break is first week of April, and I don't have a single plan lined up yet, better get in before the frat boys line up to invite me to their keggers!" Penny said it like she wasn't thinking about those other boys at all, like she'd rather wait for Theo to hit her up than party with the frat boys for once.

Penny stood up and tilted her head looking at the pool of cum under her before she backed into the first empty stall and shut the door. Suddenly she was pulling him into her and kissing him with full knowledge he was getting cock breath from here in out. "I think I need a refill, I went and spilled it all on the floor!" Penny teased as she hopped up, wrapping her legs around his hips.
 
Theo had had nights on coke that weren't so exhilarating as spending time with Penny. That weren't so filled with change ups and chaos. He wasn't usually that type of partier, even back in his young days he'd always been the driver or the lookout for Augy and his friends most times. Watching them do lines off the asses of strippers and escorts, Theo had always been the one who needed to be on point, otherwise he ended up in bracelets on his own or worse with the rest of them as well. That had been his life, always being the responsible one who needed to talk and act just right in order to stay out of trouble. Even when he was rolling in money and partying as a representative of Blue Grotto Label he was the odd man out. All over the world the odd man out.

Except when he was with Penny. Then he was all in. He didn't care about the cock breath, he didn't care about the pool of cum she left on the floor, purposefully. He didn't care about her jokes about frat boys looking to bend her over a keg and run a train. All he cared about was that she was with him, right there in that moment, and that he just got to be himself. So when she backed up into the stall he followed, just as eager to giver her another load as she was to take one. His manicured hands gripped her ass and impaled her on his cock again, pushing in inch after inch as easy as could be until he was buried to the hilt again.

"Feels pretty fool to me Penny." Matching her sass for sass as his hands mauled her ass. "Here put your hands up there." There was a bar that ran over the stall, connecting it to the other stall as well. If Penny's hands were hanging from that, it meant that Theo had a better angle and strength to absolutely wreck her shit and leave her the satisfied little cum kitten that she loved to be.
 
Penny was all too happy to grab the bar over them and hold on for dear life. The new angle man her roll her eyes back. "Oh fuck yeah, Theo! I need one of these in my shower!" always thinking ahead to the next five rounds, Penny was imagining how much better a hot shower would be with Theo deep dicking her tight little pussy. "So I guess I gotta get a coffee machine if I ever wanna fuck you in my apartment again, huh?"

Even though she had been barely awake, she had remembered how adorably horrified he looked when he realized there was no coffee or even tools with which to make coffee. Porscha had explained how cruel it was to use coffee like an innuendo like that and Penny had half recognized that Theo might have stayed longer that morning if there had been.

Theo hit something deep inside her and for a moment her brain broke. Penny had taken a lot of dick but nothing like this, nothing like a man who had so much pent up solitude to unleash on her. Penny just wanted Theo to get the best fuck of his life and whatever IQ points he had just dicked out of her were replaced by excited sexual energy.

"Oh damn, right there, baby!" a particularly hard thrust gave full pressure on her g-spot, and once again she was creaming on his cock. "God I've never cum this much."
 
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