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The harsh chords of Motorhead’s Ace of Spades pierced the air as the lone occupant of the house sang along. A hard knocking somehow made it through Lemmy’s gravelly vocals and brought a halt to the single woman concert that had taken over the living room.“Hold on!” the occupant shouted while lowering the volume and shuffling over to the door wearing yellow ankle socks, pink booty shorts – white draw-strings tied in a bow at the front – and a wife-beater.She gazed through the peep-hole and backed away with raised brows, whispering, “damn,” before opening the door. Upon swinging it open, she leaned on the door-way and stared lasciviously at a statuesque black woman sporting afro curls, a brown leather jacket, a red close-fitting undershirt and dark jeans which cupped her curves like a second skin.“Good afternoon, ma’am,” said the visitor, “My name is Cricket Jones. Are you, Luna Hennig?”“Well,” started the occupant, scanning the visitor’s hourglass frame with a lip bite, “Depends on who’s asking.”Cricket dipped her head and scoffed. “Hello, Luna.”“Hello, Cricket,” she said with unabashed enthusiasm, “That’s an awesome name by the way and hey, how did you know it was me?”“Mmmm.” The taller woman’s eyes searched and she pursed her thick lips, tapping them with an index finger. “An educated guess.”“It’s the only answer that makes sense.” Luna shrugged and directed her palms upwards providing a broad grin. “Come on in.” She waved her visitor inside and shuffled to the living room – her cheeks wiggling on the way inside.“Am, okay,” Cricket replied trying to withhold laughter and stared at the white text Cum In on her rumbling bottom. “Ms. Hennig, with all due respect, you don’t even know why I’m here and you’re just blindly letting me into your home…”The sentence trailed off in observance of her hostess’ singing and playing air guitar amongst the wooden decor after raising the stereo’s volume. Her blonde tresses bounced wildly from their untidy top knot and hairline due to her incessant head-banging. Luna paused for a moment, turned to the side and extended a hand in Cricket’s direction.“You’re free to join in,” she said with her chin lowered and closest eyebrow raised.“No thank you. Um, Ms. Hennig…”“God, please call me Luna. Leave Ms. Hennig for my mom or auntie. And don’t just stand there. Come on, take a seat if you’re not gonna dance with me.”“Sure,” Cricket said nodding slowly and squatting into the cream two-seater facing her hostess. “Luna, here’s the thing: I’m a bail enforcement agent almanbahis and I’m here to take you in.”“Oh.” She paused and jutted out her lower lip, exposing the pink interior before reeling it in and replied flatly. “Okay.”“Oh… okay?”“Yeah, sure okay.” Her head jostled about like a doll of similar nature on a bumpy country drive.“Alright, you do understand I’m here to take you in for skipping your court date right?”“Oh yeah, I know.” Luna raised her hand and bent her wrist while blowing a raspberry. “Took you guys long enough to send somebody. I’ve been back home for like three days now.”“Wow.”“Right?” Luna switched the tunes off, skipped towards her seated guest and plopped into the space next to her. Cricket swallowed, inched away slowly, and angled herself to keep the blonde within her sights.“You gotta excuse me but I’m not used to skips willfully being so close after I disclose who I am – or being friendly for that matter.”“Skips? Is that some sorta bounty hunter lingo?” Luna’s chin rested in both palms as fingers tapped temples and her cheeks puffed while her elbows bore into her thighs.“Yes please.”“Ooh, so mannerly. That’s kinda hot.” Her grin plumped her cheeks between splayed fingers, giving her face a rounder appearance. Cricket subsequently broke into laughter.“Oh my God,” she continued laughing, “So sorry about that, but you’re the cutest damn thing.”“Thing?” Luna furrowed her brows and leaned away. “Do you call your male bounties that too?”“Girl, I’m all about equality when it comes to this shit,” Cricket said pointing downwards.“Eh, I was just busting ya balls,” she replied with a put on Jersey accent.“I gotcha, I gotcha. No balls here though, just two big li-.” She cupped her mouth and popped her eyeballs as Luna did the same and giggled. After a few moments, they cackled one after the other. “I am so sorry, that was very unprofessional of me,” Cricket chortled.“It’s totally fine.” Luna’s smile finally took its leave. She spread her elbows onto the top of the couch and dangled her forearms, slapping them and flattened palms against the backrest. Her legs were fully stretched and the ceramic-tiled floor below was under attack from bludgeoning heels. Left, right; sometimes simultaneously and she said, “Here’s the thing: I’m not about to put up a fight with you or anything because, well… you’re bigger and would mop the floor with me anyhow, but…”“But?”“Even though you’d whup me, I’m the kinda gal that’s going to leave some scratches and bruises still. Plus, this charge is such almanbahis yeni giriş a bullshit charge.”“How so?”“So look, picture this.” Luna put up both hands with outward-facing adjacent palms, blocking her bland expression from Cricket and spread them apart horizontally, to reintroduce a wide-eyed glare, “I’m in the line, minding my fucking business, waiting to order some grub like everyone else when I feel this smack on my ass. So I look around and this guy was staring off all nonchalant, chewing gum and shit, right? Worse yet, he wasn’t even cute, so I slapped the fucker like seven times!”“Wait hold up, hold up.” Cricket did a time-out gesture while chuckling. “You slapped him not because he smacked ya booty, but because that muthafucka was ugly?”“Uh, yeah,” Luna replied wagging up top, presenting a puzzled demeanour.The afro-wearing beauty screamed into a fit of laughter, holding her belly and nearly falling off the couch before re-balancing herself and sitting up straight. “Girl, you are so ba-ha-ha-ha-ad. That is so mean.”“Well,” Luna winced, “It was, but it gets interesting. It wasn’t him that smacked me.”“So who was it?” Cricket leaned in and placed a light hand on her skip’s thigh.“Some other ugly motherfucker!” She threw her hands up into the air and slapped the couch on either side of her. “Can you believe that shit?”Cricket cackled again until tears trickled. Luna mirrored her and the pair rested hands on the opposite’s shoulders as if they were old friends.“Wooo, girl,” Cricket said wiping away tears with a kerchief that was stuffed in her pants’ pocket, “I’m sure this could all be resolved properly if you state your case, but you gotta attend your court dates, love. Well, I mean you ain’t got a choice now since you forfeited the bond.”“Yeah-yeah,” Luna replied rolling her eyes, “Alright, before you haul me off – and so I don’t fight back – can you do me one favour?”“Anything to avoid a scrap.” She nodded and sighed in relief.Luna sprang from the chair, cupped her braless tits and bounced them while licking her lips. The nipple outline so crisp, it seemed a default feature of the wife-beater. After, she spun one-eighty and hopped on the spot to clap and jiggle her buttocks with the shorts riding further up her deep crack with each bounce – the text now reading Cun instead. It was soon clear to her visitor that those shorts were the only barrier between Luna’s ample, naked backside and her stiff gaze.“Whaddya think?” she asked.“I think, you a baddie.” Cricket nodded almanbahis giriş with a squint. “So what you want?”“I have this strap-on in my room and I—”“Whoa, hold on baby girl, pause.” Cricket held up a hand and dipped so that Luna could only see the apex of her bountiful afro curls before tilting her head and peering through the brow ridge. “Ah don’t know ‘bout whatever you trying to do, but I get enough dick that I ain’t need to get strapped. Thanks but no thanks.”“No silly.” Luna flung her wrist and bent it with an incredulous expression. “I wanted you to use it on me.”“Oh…” Cricket leaned back and crossed her legs, then clasped the dominant knee.“Yeah, let me go and get it.” Luna pointed over her shoulder and smirked.“I’m coming with you. Can’t risk you jumping through a window or some shit. ” The bounty hunter stood and towered over her supposed prey.“The only way I’m jumping through a window is if I can’t handle what you’re about to give me.”Luna led the way down a peach-toned, broad hallway decorated with several pictures of two older ladies – sometimes an older man – and her until hooking left and jogging towards a drawer. She folded her mouth – tongue peeking out a corner – and pulled it open before clawing out a long, girthy, black phallic object and waving it in front of her face.“You seem really sure that I’m actually gonna fuck you, Ms. Thang.” Cricket leaned on the bedroom doorway with folded arms and a smirk. The room consisted of peach walls, a tan, wooden chest of drawers with scattered hygienic products on top, a built-in closet, and a full-size mattress laid out on a divan.“Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t wanna take out all of that frustration from searching for me for the past nine days? To…” Luna beat the dildo against her jaw and chin, “Punish me for being such a bad girl?”Cricket walked towards her and giggled, eased the strap from her and dangled it at eye-level between their leers. Her soon to be captive, traced its erratic wobbling with an open-mouthed smile; one which displayed an almost curious innocence.“What it is with you white women and your obsession with big black dicks; real or plastic?” She tapped Luna’s pouted lips with the glans five times.“I personally don’t care about the dick colour. This was the only dildo left at this size in the sex shop.”“You actually walked into a shop and bought this shit? Girl, people buy these muthafuckas online nowadays.”“That’s cool and all, but I’m not embarrassed by that kinda thing. I love cumming so I’m gonna do what I have to in order to achieve that.”“You’re crazy.” Cricket squinted again. “You are damn sexy though. And you’re right, I am a little pissed looking all around for over a week, only for you to be here the last three days.”

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