Soft and Sweet
Mali had Cassie right where he wanted her — laid out dead-center on that creaky twin mattress, thin sheet half pulled back. Her soft belly presses warm against his jeans while they face each other close, legs tangled lazy.
She giggles quietly.
“Mmm… we gotta hurry up…”
Mali just grins, that young savage grin. He catches her hand, fingers laced tight, thumb rubbing her wrist bone slow. Another hand drifts under her shirt, palm dragging up her ribs, feeling how soft she shivers.
He leans in first. Nose grazes her gloss. She lets her mouth fall open easily. They kiss slow, lips sticky, little squeaks when he nibbles her bottom lip mean enough to remind her he runnin’ this.
He pulls her shirt off completely, lets her tiny pink A-cups spill out. Nipples perk quickly in the drafty room air — pretty and soft, just how he likes ‘em.
He breathes out a hot laugh against her neck, chest pressed to hers, lean young muscles flexing every time he shifts closer. His palm drags down her belly, rests at that plush fupa line under her thin panties. He doesn't pull ‘em yet — he likes how she twitches with them still on, his little brat.
He dips back in, kisses her again, slow and full of spit. She moans into his mouth, thighs brushing open wider under him.
Cassie surprises him. Right when he dips back for her mouth, she pushes at his shoulder — soft at first, then firm enough he lets her win. Mali hits the mattress on his back, grinning at her like she just told him a secret only he wanna hear.
She climbs up slow, straddles his hips but keeps her panties on — pink fabric brushing his stomach as she settles her weight down, bratty eyes locked on his grin.
“Stay still.” she purrs, voice soft but mean enough to make him bite his lip.
Her palms flatten on his chest, fingers splayed wide — she drags ‘em down slow, feeling how tight his pecs are, then lower, tracing every cut line on his stomach. His light brown skin catches the shitty room light, soft sheen of sweat making him look sweet and dangerous at the same time.
“You so fuckin’ cute,” she whispers, nails scraping the line where his abs dip into his belt.
Mali just smirks, lets her talk, lets her do it her way for now. His hand comes up, slides up her thigh, just resting there while she works his buckle loose.
She pops his belt open — the click echoes loud in that tiny room. She fumbles his zipper, teeth catching her gloss when she bites her lip back, pulling his boxers down slow enough to feel him twitch under her palm.
“Mmm… I’m gonna taste that black dick,” she giggles, bratty and sweet.
She slips off his lap just enough to bend low between his thighs, her cheek brushing his belly, breath warm where his waistband used to be.
Mali groans, low and deep — hand in her hair but not guiding yet. Just letting his brat show off for him.
Cassie doesn’t tease. The second her lips kiss the fat head, she sinks her mouth greedy — spit dribbling down her chin before her nose even hits his belly.
Mali’s hips jerk hard — the mattress squeaks, headboard taps the wall once.
“Aaah— fuck, Cassie—”
She pops off with a wet gasp, tongue flicking the drool back into her mouth. Her eyes flick down — she takes in the sight of his Black dick. Thick warm shaft, at the top is a fat mushroom crown that pops wider than his shaft just enough to stretch her throat each push down. Solid 7.5 inches of young king pipe, smooth and light skinned, already leaking on her tongue.
She wipes her thumb under the slit, catches a bead of drip, and moans like it’s candy.
“Mmm... too pretty...”
She grins mean, nose scrunches bratty — then swallows him whole again, messy and loud.
Glugh glugh glugh—
Spit bubbles at the base while her throat works up and down. Each time her nose kisses his belly, that fat crown chokes her sweet, then pops back wet and nasty.
Glugh— glugh— glugh—
Mali’s groan hits the ceiling. One hand knotted in her hair but he lets her run it how she wants. His abs flex under her palms every time she pulls back for air.
“Shit... Cassie... you going dumb on it...”
She hums loud on purpose, throat vibrating deep. Spit ropes slip down her chin to his balls. She pops off fast, catching breath, eyes flicking up, bratty grin split wide.
“Told you, bae... we gotta hurry up—”
Before he can pull her up, she’s back down again, feeding her throat greedy.
Glugh glugh glugh— glugh— glugh—
Wet, sloppy, perfect.
Mali pulls her mouth off his tip with a low grunt, hand fisting her hair for a second just to feel how soft she goes limp for him. Then he lets her go — palms her hip, flips her gentle but firm onto her back.
She squeaks, tries to pull her knees up, but he’s already got both thighs spread easy under his grip.
“Mali—wait” she breathes, brat voice breaking, cheeks burning.
He doesn’t say a word. Just hums low, that lazy grin sliding back across his lips as his eyes drop to the thin scrap of pink cotton clinging to her soft belly.
One hook of his finger and he peels her panties down slowly — past that plush fupa, over her trembling thighs, all the way off her ankles. He tosses them behind him like they don’t matter.
All 0.5 inches of her micro penis is exposed — so small the shaft vanishes in her warm softness of her fupa, nothing showing but the fat pink head twitching shyly, a clear bead dripping right at the slit. Under it, her balls rest tight in a soft pink purse, not big but plump enough to bounce when her hips flinch.
She tries to squirm, hand darting down fast to cover herself. “Mali— don’t look at my baby dick—”
He catches her wrist, pins it easy above her head, mouth ghosting warm right at her inner thigh.
“Shh.”
Then his lips wrap around that helpless head, tongue lapping slow lazy circles while her balls brush his chin every time she tries to jerk away. She squeals, high and sticky in her throat.
“Mali— ah— fuck— I— I’m—”
He hums deep, hand sliding up her thigh, holding her spread for him like he could do this all night.
Mali didn't rush it. He rolls her nub on his tongue first, just lazy flicks and soft sucks that got her whining up at the ceiling.
But then he shifts — opens his mouth wider, palms her thigh tighter when she tries to squirm away.
“Mali— wait— ah— what’re you—”
He doesn’t answer. Just dips lower, lips sealing around her baby dick and that soft pink coin purse at once. He sucks slow at first, tongue pushing up under the fat little head, then swirling around both balls in one sloppy drag.
Cassie’s whole body snaps up off the mattress. Her wrist jerks in his grip but he pins it back down easily, humming into her skin.
“Oh—oh fuck— Mali— fuck— s-suck this baby dick— I’m— I’m gonna—”
He pulls harder, wet suction popping on the upstroke, tongue rolling fast now like he wants every drip she’s ever held back. His nose brushes her belly softness while the purse bounces gently in his mouth.
Cassie squeals broken, voice cracking into helpless giggles and gasps.
“Ah— Mali— oh fuck— I’m cumming— I’m—”
She kicks once under his palm, then jerks again — not a soft melt but a full-body quake that locks her thighs tight around his face. Just as she starts to break, Mali lets her coin purse slip free, focusing every bit of suction back on her raw pink tip.
Her belly flutters wild under his nose. Her eyes roll half back, lids fluttering then crossing dumb as her tongue slips out around a squeal.
“Mali— aah— m’baby dick— fuck—”
He hums low, wet pull turning soft laps, teasing every drip out while her balls brush his chin with each helpless spasm.
She convulses hard, squealing high, brat giggle breaking through every time her eyes roll back again.
Only when she drops limp, cross-eyed and messy, does he pull back — lips shiny, breath warm right against her twitching head.
She kicks once under his palm, then jerks again — not a soft melt but a full-body quake that snaps her thighs tight around his face. Just as she starts to burst, Mali lets her coin purse slip free from his mouth, shifting all his suction back to that raw pink tip.
Her belly flutters under his nose, the helpless nub pulsing on his tongue, leaking a weak drip he swallows like it’s owed to him.
She squeals so high it breaks into bratty giggles she can’t control.
“Ah— Mali— it’s t-too much— f-fuck— mmh—”
He doesn’t stop. He switches to gentle licks, nursing every tiny spasm out while her balls bump his chin each time her hips twitch.
She convulses sweet, back arching once more before dropping limp, breath catching on every shaky squeal.
Only then does he pull back, mouth shiny, grin lazy, warm breath ghosting right against the mess he just milked out of her.
Mali lifts his head slow, mouth shiny with her taste, grin lazy on his lips. He didn't give her a second to come back down — palms her thighs wider, crawls up her belly till he’s right at her soft split, crown nudging the heat she tries to close up.
She gasps dumb, eyes still fluttering half-crossed, breath catching. Her tiny dick and warm purse flatten against his abs when he leans over, his thickness dragging along her folds.
He spits in his palm, strokes his length once, flared pink crown swollen and wet. She twitches again, tiny squeaks bubbling up.
“M-Mali— wait— I just— I just—” her voice trails off, brain all scrambled sweet.
He hushes her with a low hum, lines up, and pushes in slow. The fat tip pops past her rim and she squeals, back arching up — eyes rolling stupid when her walls grip him tight.
“Mmm— oh— ohh fuck— Mali—”
Her tiny dick smears a clear drop on his stomach every time her hips jerk. That soft purse presses warm too, snug between their skin as he sinks deeper.
He lowers himself all the way down, chest flush to her pink nipples, arms hooked under her shoulders so she can’t slip away.
“I got you, baby,” he murmurs soft against her cheek.
Then he catches her mouth — deep kiss, breath and spit tangled, slow strokes rolling his hips deeper till she’s stuffed full and stuck right under him, squeaking in his throat.
Mali feels her flutter under him — those tiny spasms he knows mean she’s about to lose every word she’s got left. He grins against her mouth, pulls back just enough to watch her eyes roll dumb again when he drives his hips deeper, faster now, the wet slap echoing in that little room.
Cassie squeals right into his cheek, arms clutching his shoulders so tight her nails leave little scratches in his skin. Her legs fly up, wrap desperate around his waist, ankles locked behind his back to keep him buried.
“Mali— ah— fuck— fuck— I’m— I’m your mutt— oh fuck— I’m your dirty bitch—” she gasps, voice breaking to giggles when he hits deep again. “Mmm— fuck this mutty pussy with that black dick— f-fuck— fuck me— break me—”
Mali just groans low, teeth dragging her jaw. He hooks an arm under her knee, pushing her open wider so he can rut deep, strokes quick and steady now, each thrust punching a squeal out of her throat.
Her baby dick smears mess against his abs every time her hips buck up to meet him, that soft coin purse bouncing gentle between their bellies.
“Say it again,” he growls, voice a soft threat in her ear.
She can barely talk through the squeals, eyes stupid, tongue peeking out.
“I’m— I’m your mutty— Mali— fuck— I’m your little mutty—”
He slams deeper, swallowing her scream in a hot, filthy kiss.
Cassie’s right there on the edge — thighs trembling, eyes half rolled dumb while Mali pounds her slow and deep, kissing on her neck with reverence.
“Don’t stop— Mali— fuck— I’m so close— I—”
Her voice catches in her throat when the door bangs open so hard the wall rattles. She squeals sharp, legs clamp tight around Mali’s hips like she can keep him buried forever.
Reese steps in first, butt naked, big king dick swinging heavy, grin mean enough to burn a hole through both of them. Trell’s right behind him, half hard already stroking lazy at the base.
“Ayo Mali— time’s up, lover boy. Pass that mutty here.”
Cassie squeaks, arms fly up, wrapping Mali’s shoulders in a desperate clutch. She buries her whole face in his neck, hiding like they can’t all see her soft belly pressed sticky to his abs, with her baby dick leaking helplessly between them while her legs wrap around his waist.
Mali doesn’t move yet. He just lets her cling to him — dick still deep inside her.
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Is Mali gonna hand off Cassie to the bros or tell em chill? What you think? Comment below.
