He paid in cash. He hopped back in the car and drove behind the slightly older Black spy.Hampton pulled into his apartment complex and entered the cod.... Travers walked behind Hampton to his unit. Inside, it was nice and chill. Hampton had his entire place wired. He had set the lights to dim, the air conditioner was on a nice 69-degrees, the TV was tuned into an episode of 'House of Cards', and his fragrance misters had released vanilla scent two minutes before their entry. "You left all this. She told me that I sometimes make sex noises in my sleep and she generally starts to just watch me in the light of her phone, she admitted that she once checked to see if my cock was hard. I thought, maybe I can take advantage of this!I tried most nights to stay awake while she was checking her phone, getting comfortable on my back, so she could look, and hopefully touch my cock, if she wanted. Nothing happened for a few month.Then one night, about a month ago, I was lay naked, as usual, in bed. Always. The only variation was that they were ankle-length during the winter and knee-length during the summer. If the weather were particularly cold, she'd wear a bathrobe; if not, just the nightgown, in which she'd move about the house freely. They were made of nylon, and she never wore anything underneath them. The part that covered her chest was lace, opaque, and rigid enough that neither the shape of her breasts nor the darkness of her nipples was visible, but the rest clung to her body. I set down by her and began to caress the back of her neck while also playing with her hair. She looked at me and said, “I need to cum now.” I replied, “My, you are an impatient little slut, aren’t you?” She smiled and stood up in front of me. She lifted her sundress to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties. She always kept her pussy waxed and today was no different. She said, “Eat my pussy now.” I leaned forward and grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her pussy to my mouth. I have.