."We're back, bitches."And on CHYOA, of all places."Right? I mean, Literotica is cool and all, but this place is fuckin' dope. Hands down."If we had h...nds, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that. "Yeah, we've been friends for a long time. He sent me over to visit with you." He did? Well, that's nice," I stumbled, "even if he didn't tell me you were coming."She had now stepped beyond me and said, "You can close the door, Jason," and I came to my senses and shut the door."Where's your room? Up these stairs?" she said as she started up."Yeah, first door on the right. Um, the bed's a little messy," I warned her as I followed up in awe of the swaying hips and pretty butt going up to my. "Matt stuttered."Shut up, white man! Give me what I want and make me happy or you will be punished unbelievably. Look, your wife gave in without any questions."Matt could see she was now sucking another man's cock while the same Jamaican still plowed her pussy. The Priestess started sucking Matt's cock and it grew to its full 6 inches. "Is that all you have? I think you are going to really regret having such a small cock. I don't think you can please me."She mounted Matt and started riding him. Just fucking...and fucking...andfucking..."He drifted off into silence for a few moments. A few minutes. Wildhorses couldn't have dragged his eyes away from the screen."His hands are on her hips now...he's pulling her into him, every time hestrokes into her...both of them are slamming so hard you can see it, theway their flesh ripples, their bellies and sides...her ass cheeks...theyjust keep fucking, sir...banging away...she's straightening her back abit now, standing up a bit now...still.