A game

Black Jack@
She giggled and slipped 0ff his yellow shirt she had been wearing
Now in white tank top and flirty bedroom shorts
She arched her back and said deal again
Black Jack she called out
He peeled his tee off, wearing only a tie and his berms.
This was fun they thought
Black Jack he said grinning
Oh she said, biting her lips
Which should it be?
He ran his eyes up and down and said, the shorts
She had thought it would be the top
Oh well.she slid her shorts off and he gasped
A tiny g.
They continued
Black Jack.again! She squealed! You just be cheating.
Just luck baby he  said. The top.
She turned around. Slowly sliding her tank top off, over her head
He took in her smooth back the tiny g string covering next to nothing.
A scarf tied across her breasts . The tease!
She crossed her legs and arched her  back and he clicked a shot.
He dealt again. His throat dry.
Black Jack.
She hugged a pillow to her and pulled away her scarf.
He took in a deep breath and dealt again black Jack
It was over.
I won.you dance for me
He went down the stairs to watch
She turned and swayed to the sound of the Spanish guitar thru the loft bed railing
This was too hot.
She sat on the step.
He moved over her.
She turned him around and leaned over him
Her breasts and nipples swaying over him all down his body. She stopped near his cock and took him in her mouth
. He groaned and arched his back, feeling her nipples on his thighs as she sucked him
They crawled up to the bed panting for the other. She still in her g string he oiled his dick and she straddled him
Facing him. They moved in unison.
Another night another fuck.

That night as they slept
She moved closer to him. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. He squeezed. She  gasped. They fell asleep.