Voodou Barbie
He stared out the window, replaying every moment they’d shared, praying this grand gesture would be enough to show her how much she truly meant to him.
The car turned onto her quiet street. Her pale yellow 2-bedroom house was just ahead.
The Uber pulled up smoothly in front of the pale yellow 2-bedroom house. The empty driveway and soft porch light gave the place a peaceful, almost hopeful glow under the Miami twilight. Eric stepped out clutching the large bouquet of two dozen long-stem red roses, his heart pounding with nervous excitement. The heartfelt card and the small Kay Jewelers box with the promise ring felt warm and heavy in his pocket.
Smooth R&B music drifted from inside the house slow, sensual grooves about longing, forgiveness, and second chances.
*This is perfect,* Eric thought, a fragile smile forming. *She’s in there missing me, listening to this, thinking about us. I can walk in while the music plays, hand her these roses, read her the letter, and slip the ring on her finger. She’ll see how sorry I am. She’ll know I love her.*
His chest swelled with hope and regret as he climbed the porch steps. He slid the spare key into the lock, turned it quietly, and stepped inside.
The living room was dim and tidy. The sensual R&B wrapped around him. He moved through the house on quiet feet, past the kitchen where she had cooked for him every morning, past the couch where everything had started. His pulse thrummed with emotion. This was his chance to fix everything.
He reached the bedroom hallway. The door was halfway open. Warm lamplight spilled out. Eric took a deep, steadying breath and gently pushed the door open.
Time shattered.
Kayla was face-down on the bed, back sharply arched, her massive, round caramel ass raised high and spread wide. Her deep-caramel skin glistened with sweat. Her long braids were splayed across the pillow, face turned away. Behind her, a muscular guy with short dreads gripped her wide hips tightly, slamming his long, thick cock deep into her soaked pussy with powerful strokes. The wet, filthy *plap-plap-plap* of skin on skin filled the room.
Kayla moaned like a woman possessed raw, guttural, animalistic sounds Eric had never heard from her. “Fuuuuck… yes! Right there, daddy! Harder!” she cried, clawing the sheets and throwing her fat ass back greedily. Her pretty pink pussy was stretched wide, creaming heavily on his thick shaft, white froth dripping down her thighs as he dug into her guts.