The Massage-Atlanta Cheshire Bridge (Remix)

So now here I am at home that evening after a great happy ending massage on Cheshire Bridge road. Friends are over as usual downstairs playing music with some fish on the outdoor grill. I’m up in my bedroom reminiscing what just happened a few hours ago on the other side of town. A happy smile comes over my face as I grab my Gin and Juice off of my table and run down the stairs to join in the excitement.
As I see my girlfriend car pull up and park on the curb line I feel a twitch down below. She gets out of the car, sexy as ever with her African American light skin badass, a woman with her skin complexion is known as a “redbone” within my circle of friends. Think Beyonce. But my girl is all of that and some, curves in the right places, titties full and sticking out, ass that makes you want to kiss it, hips like a coke bottle and a voice of a southern belle…she’s from Mississippi Delta area. Athletic, thick, phat what ever you want to call a Beyonce build. How was I able to pick her up months ago in a grocery store is beyond me, I was a lucky man. As you know I’m an ass man and my girl have what I need. All she has to do is to stick her ass in my face to get me exited, she knows this and treats me as so sometimes.
I followed her into the house after we hugged and she ran up the stairs into towards the bathroom all the while telling me to come in with her she could pee and talk, for some reason she loves for me to be in the bathroom with her talking as she relieved herself. So here I am walking up the stairs behind her as she’s talking and me looking up the crack of her ass with those nice jeans on as it swayed.