Chapter 95. Upcoming Drug Lord Part 2 (BIG BOOTY BITCHES)

Miguel shook his head. Carlos sat silently, listening to his brother's objection in the argument. The man eventually continued.

"The price isn't the problem. I'm looking for a long term solution here. You can get me ten keys this week, that's cool. But I need somebody who can hook me up every month of the year. It's January, I wanna roll this thing at least until December. So how long can you supply me?"

"Four mouths at the start, how about that?"

Carlos' reply made Ramón drop his lip a bit. Shock ran through his mind, as he didn't expect Carlos to carry on with this conversation. Miguel replied to him almost instantly.

"Four mouths? I like that."

His eyes shifted to Ramón as he spoke again.

"If it would make you feel any better, your competition is only offering me two months. They want to sell me fifteen keys, raising up the deal for two months. My maximum is going to be ten, as it takes me a bit of time to accumulate up cash to pay during the month."

"I think we can work something out together."

Carlos answered him back while Ramón remained speechless. Miguel just nodded at him, beginning to rise up from his chair.

"Yes, I am sure we can. Tonight is simply not the night for business though. I wanted to meet both of you face to face so I could see who I am dealing with. We need to meet again in the near future to discuss our deal. If we can agree on something in the second meeting, then you have a deal. It was pleasure meeting both of you."

Now that he was finished speaking, Carlos extended his hand for Miguel to shake before he left. After the soft handshake, Miguel smiled at him and began to step away.

"Happy birthday to you, Mr. Diaz."

"Thanks! Hope to hear from you again soon!"

Waiting until Miguel had completely left the room, Ramón didn't utter a single word until he was gone. He was still in absolute shock of how this meeting had played out. Deep in his mind, he had doubts that began the minute the man had spoken of another party being involved. Coming from the Bahamas was another red flag in his mind, as he didn't have an accent and seemed like the typical Miami player. Carlos looked back at his brother and spoke.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look happy."

"I don't know about him, man. You believe his story?"

"Yeah, I think he's legit. What's the matter?"

Ramón shook his head.

"It sounds to me like a fairy tale. Claims to be from the Bahamas but comes in here with no fucking bodyguards? Nah, man. Something is up with that guy. I don't trust him, not one bit."

Carlos rolled his eyes.

"Are you forgetting how long it took us to even get a meeting with this fucking guy? Come on, this has been a lot of work. You don't trust him? Oh well, I like him so far."

"I don't wanna get set up by some asshole trying to rip us off, that's all. He isn't the only player in this town, we could go work with someone else."

The blank expression over Carlos' face told Ramón that he wasn't in the mood for arguing.

"Yeah...sure. Wait around with forty fucking keys of pure blow in my hotel. Just let it sit there, so any moment the fucking cops can kick in my door and raid me. Just shut the fuck up if you're gonna complain about it tonight."

Ramón began to reply to his brother's snarky words, but suddenly stopped himself. It wasn't worth arguing. This was Carlos' birthday after all and he didn't want to make it a bad night for his brother. While they sat there, the lights suddenly dimmed. The DJ's music became quiet, only playing a few loud beats that boomed through the speaker system. He began to speak through his microphone, alerting the two brothers.

"May I have your attention please!? It's time for tonight's show! This is my encore for the man of the hour, Carlos Diaz. I give to you a special guest!"

The door across the room opened as a voluptuous, tanned skinned black haired woman stepped out wearing nothing but a black G-string and a small matching black bra over her breasts. Her feet were pushed into a pair of high heels with strings wrapped around her ankles. She stepped through the room as the beats played, her eyes glancing right at the table where Carlos and Ramón sat. The DJ then spoke once more.

"Vida Guerra would like to wish you a happy birthday tonight!"

From hearing her name, Ramón's jaw dropped. She stood next to them, modelling in her tight string thong and little bra. Her ruby red lips curled into a grin as she raised her right hand and blew a kiss towards the table where they sat. The beats suddenly stopped as the voice of a rapper began to play through the speakers. For the song of the encore, the DJ had chosen a special remix of a rap hit from a few years ago, appropriately named the 'birthday song'. Vida turned around, showing them her magnificent round ass that sucked up most of her g-string. She began to move a bit, shaking her ass back and forth as the lyrics played out to the song. The final lyrics of the verse set the tone, as the DJ turned it up louder.

"ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HOE! ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HOE!"

The beats began to play again in a high tempo mix. Vida turned around, roaming her hands over her body as she closed her eyes and began to flow with the bass beats of the music. This was her show, playing that 'big booty hoe' that the song referenced and making herself the birthday present of Carlos Diaz. There was a special reason she was doing all of this, as the brothers would eventually find out once all the fun was over. Debuting a new tattoo under her left breast that said 'Love Yourself' in cursive writing, Vida was ready to shake things up in the act of vengeance after what happened back in Las Vegas. Carlos and Ramón looked at each other before smiling and then glancing back towards Vida who danced her way towards their table. Her hips moved with the rhythm of the song, but she focused all of her attention on Carlos alone.

This had to be a planned event, Ramón thought to himself. It was no secret to either of them that Vida was the longtime girl to Steven Diaz. Carlos had a passionate hatred for Steven ever since the incident that left his face scarred. There had to be a reason that Vida was present herself to them like this, playing the role of a 'big booty hoe' on Carlos' birthday. She gritted her teeth, giving him one of the classic slutty looks she had made famous from her magazine shoots years ago. Moving her hips in sync with the beat of the music, she turned around and bent over to expose her massive huge ass towards Carlos. The chorus of the song began to play as Vida moved her hips, grinding them into a twerk routine. Her large ass cheeks clapped, bouncing around and shaking. The grin across Carlos' lips had widened, just before she placed that plump ass right down onto his lap.

For the moment being, Ramón witnessed his cousin's longtime girlfriend giving a lap dance to his brother. It was something he never expected from this woman, but at the same time he had fantasized over such a situation. Carlos could be heard moaning as she pumped her huge booty down into his crotch. Vida looked over at Ramón, giving him a wink. The expression painted over her face was an invitation, as it seemed she wasn't going to leave him out of this party but the birthday man was going to be the center of her attention. She remained in his lap, encouraging Carlos to wrap his arms around her. His hands moved to her breasts, pulling her little bra off. Vida moaned, closing her eyes as she moved her little hands over his, encouraging him to squeeze her over her breasts. When she finally came to a halt from grinding down into him, the Cuban model turned around to face Carlos and pushed her lips to his, giving him a hard passionate kiss. When their lips pulled apart, she glanced towards Ramón and then back to Carlos before speaking.

"It's your birthday. It would be my pleasure to become your big booty hoe. If this is a bad bitch contest, then I'm in first place."

Carlos smirked, nodding his head.

"You're indeed in first place, Vida. There ain't another woman here tonight to give you any competition anyway. You wanna be my big booty hoe? Come on, let's ditch this party and go back to my place for some real fun."

Her focus shifted to Ramón, looking him over before she glanced back to Carlos.

"Mind if your brother joins us?"

A laugh crackled from Carlos' voice.

"Yeah, we can't leave Ramón out. Come along, baby. We're going to my place."

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The midnight hours begun throughout the walls of Disco Fever. Steven sat in his office, going over a schedule while Sean was outside the V.I.P. halls looking over the club on security duty. For a Sunday night, the action was slow within the club. It was usually Friday and Saturday nights on the weekend when the dance floor became a mad house. A slow Sunday night was a breeze to work through, but Steven wasn't alone at the club. Jennifer had decided to come along, surprising him as she had spent time in his office a few hours earlier. She tried to get him to dance with her, only for him to promise a dance after he wasn't busy with any paper work. While sitting there alone, his cellphone began to ring. Steven didn't bother looking at the caller ID as he answered it.

"Yes, hello?"

"Steven, I'm calling you on behalf of Tony. He's at the club right now and is coming up to see you. Just thought I would let you know before he gets to your office."

It was Maria's voice over the other end of the phone, giving a sudden surprise to Steven. What would Tony be doing at the club this late? It didn't seem like a social visit.

"Do you know why he's here to see me?"

"No, he don't look happy though."

Steven sighed at her response.

"Oh, great. I appreciate the call, Maria. Thanks for letting me know."

"No problem, just doing my job helping around here."

He hung up the phone and let out another sigh. His mood had instantly been ruined at the thought of having to deal with his brother's attitude tonight. Only a few seconds passed after he set the phone down and a knock was heard at his office door. Steven sat back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head while calling out.

"Come on in..."

The door swung open as Tony stepped in wearing a white button up shirt, clearly missing the jacket of his suit. A nervous yet exhausted expression was painted across his face. He looked towards Steven and spoke.

"I need to talk to you, this is important."

"What's going on?"

Tony looked away from Steven and swallowed his breath. While watching his brother, Steven unfolded his hands from the back of his head.

"It's about your son, Jacob. He's got himself in trouble with a few other football players from the university. They got arrested earlier tonight."

Steven got up from his desk upon replying.

"What the fuck!? When did this happen?"

"I don't know what time it happened. They got booked before sundown, so it was a while ago. It was three of them, Jacob was one of them. Him and two of his football buddies."

"What are they booked for?"

Letting out a sigh, Tony shook his head before looking back at his brother. Steven had walked around from his desk to face him.

"Assault and battery. Something happened at this club down there by the campus. They got into an argument with some old man and then beat the hell outta him. He's in the hospital right now, this is gonna be all over the news tomorrow."

Closing his eyes, Steven let out a deep breath as he felt his blood pressure beginning to rise. Rage was the only thing he could feel while processing Tony's words. He knew his son Jacob was a bit of a problem child at times, but this was down right embarrassing. He opened his eyes, preventing himself from clutching his fists as he tried to hold off the immediate anger inside of him.

"I got the call, I sent a lawyer down there to spring him before midnight. Throw in a little bit of money to work on it, so he should be getting out soon. I'm just waiting on them to call me back and let me know what's going on."

"Wait, what? I don't understand this. Why didn't you call me first before sending a lawyer? This happened hours ago and I'm just now learning about. This is my kid, so why didn't you call me?"

"Jacob called me from jail and needed help. He said he didn't want to call you. I figured there has to be a reason to that. He called me, not you."

Tony's words finally made Steven snap into anger.

"You're fucking kidding me, right? I mean, you gotta be kidding, right? Right, Tony?"

Taking in a deep breath, Steven turned away from Tony to avoid from hitting him. When he glanced back to him, he began screaming at him.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? You're gonna bail him out after he put someone in the fucking hospital!?"

"Steven, calm down! He is your son! I'm just trying to look out for him!"

"THIS IS ABSOLUTE FUCKING BULLSHIT!!"

With the office door being open, Steven's voice echoed through the hall. Maria had stepped back in through the V.I.P. halls only to drop her jaw at listening to his screaming. From the lounge room, Jennifer came running out to learn what this noise was.

"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you!? He gets himself into trouble beating up on some old man, and you're gonna send a fucking lawyer to bail him out!?"

"Steven, calm down! Look, it was the right thing to do. He is your son, you should be thanking me for this."

"THANK YOU!? You want me to thank you for this? My fucking son wants to act like a thug. He puts some poor old man in the hospital and you want me to thank you for sending a lawyer to bail him out?"

He stepped away from Tony, taking in a deep breath. All Steven could feel was rage. It was a complete shock that Tony would bail him out after something like this. Jacob had no right to be walking free after such a heinous crime like this. As a father, he felt immediate shame for what his son had done.

"Oh, so you want him to spend a night in jail after they run his mugshot all over TV tomorrow? It's your son, it should be YOU bailing him out, not me! But there's a reason he comes to his Uncle Tony and not you. I've got the father of the year standing right here!"

Tony clapped his hands after taunting Steven. By now, Jennifer and Maria were standing outside the doorway, listening to every word between the two arguing brothers. The young blonde assistant trembled in fear, not sure what to do. She looked at Jennifer, shaking her head wishing that she could get between them and make the arguing stop. It was the first time that Jennifer had ever witnessed Steven become angry like this. He took a deep breath before turning to look back at Tony, pointing his finger at him as he yelled back.

"You know what? I don't give a fuck what you think, Tony. You call that fucking lawyer right now. Tell him to stop what he's doing, I don't care. If Jacob is going to act like that, he needs to sit his ass in jail for a few nights. He needs to learn not that this kind of behavior isn't acceptable."

"Look who's talking! Have you taken a look in the mirror over the years, Steven? I guess it's never crossed your mind that Jacob probably gets his anger issues from you."

"Shut the fuck up!! Get your lawyer on the phone right now before I kick your fucking stupid ass all over this room. I'm not fucking around with you tonight, Tony."

"HEY, HEY! STOP!!"

The voice calling out to them was Jennifer as she rushed into the room, trying to prevent an altercation from happening. Maria stood there in the doorway. As Jennifer had run in, Steven took a deep breath and soon realized that she must have been listening the entire time. She looked over both of them and spoke again.

"Please, calm down. You two are brothers, you have no reason to act like this over one another. Calm down and let's talk about this, okay?"

Steven rolled his eyes before replying to Jennifer.

"What's there to talk about? My son just got arrested for beating the shit out of some old man with his college jock friends and Mr. Father Figure over here sends a fucking lawyer to bail him out."

Jennifer sighed.

"Baby, please calm down. I understand you're upset but getting mad like this isn't going to change anything."

Tony laughed, shaking his head at Steven's 'father figure' jabbing remark. It was only a mere days ago when he tried to tell Steven in his office that Jennifer wasn't the type of woman to put up with a man who had anger issues. Here he was, feeling as if he had been proven right by listening to them. This wasn't going to work out and tonight had all the ingredients of a recipe for disaster. Steven glared at him before speaking more stern words.

"Call your lawyer, Tony. I ain't fucking around with you tonight. You better call that fucking lawyer right now if you know what's good for you."

"STEVEN! STOP!!"

Jennifer screamed, grabbing at his arm. She was desperately trying to calm him down but it didn't seem anything was going to work. Steven didn't even look at Jennifer as his focus was completely at Tony's face. His fists were clenched, ready to unleash all his anger. Tony shook his head to him.

"It's too late. He's getting him out right now, I can't call and cancel it. I'm waiting on him to call me back after it's all done."

Finally, Steven looked away and it seemed he was going to calm down. Jennifer moved, cupping his face and giving him a hug as she attempted to make him look at her. He continued to ignore her, but she wasn't going to give up trying.

"Calm down, baby. Calm down for me, please. It's going to be okay. We'll get through this, just breathe. Breathe for me, I want to help you."

His eyes wandered around the room while the sound of all three of them breathing could be heard. From the doorway, Maria was visible as she began to calm down. Steven watched her throat move as she swallowed her breath. Among the silence, Tony's cellphone soon began to ring from within the pocket of his pants. Steven witnessed from the corner of his eye, watching him reach up to grab. He made his move, turning around fast and throwing himself at Tony to snatch the phone from his hand.

"STEVEN, STOP!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Jennifer screamed, trying to hold him back from attacking his brother. Steven was quick to snatch the phone from Tony's hand, then shoving him back hard with his left hand.Tony fell back, tripping over a table in his office and falling backwards on his back. Jennifer let go of Steven's arm and he took a few steps back while answering the phone and quickly raising it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes, am I speaking with Mr. Diaz?"

A male voice answered the other end of the phone, this had to be Tony's lawyer.

"Yes, this is him. If you're looking for Tony, I'm afraid he's not here at the moment. This is Steven, his brother. Are you the lawyer with my son Jacob?"

While Steven was on the phone, Jennifer moved over to the table, helping Tony up. He clutched his back in pain, slowly rising up.

"Yes, sir. I was calling to report on the situation. This wasn't easy to do at all. You're lucky I'm friends with the judge down here. They didn't want to let your son or the other boys out at all."

"How is the old man they beat up? Is he going to make it?"

"Yes, he's in ICU right now. The scene was a bit bloody, he's got a few broken bones. According to what I was told, there's a surveillance tape of the whole incident. Mr. Diaz, excuse me, your brother is concerned over that tape leaking on local news stations."

Steven stood there in shock and shame as he listened. He couldn't imagine the pain this victim had to go through. He was left speechless, just with the thought that his son had probably put somebody's grandfather into the hospital. The lawyer carried on speaking.

"It's a good thing the judge and I go back a long way. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to get this done. Your brother owes me big time, that's all I can say."

"You got my son out of jail?"

"Yes, he's back in the car now. Should I take him home or-?"

Steven cut him off, replying.

"No, bring him to the club Disco Fever. Tony can take his ass home after I have a word with him. Bring him here, I wanna see him."

Jennifer gasped, dropping her jaw. She looked back at Tony who shook his head at her as they both heard Steven's words loud and clear.

"Alright, I can do that. Talk to you later."

After the reply, Steven hung up the phone and then tossed it to Tony who was now standing up. He fumbled the phone before dropping it. Jennifer ran up to him, her face was a petrified confusion as she spoke in a low voice to him.

"Why do you want him brought here? What are you gonna do to him?"

"He's gonna beat the shit outta him, Jennifer! That's what he's gonna do!"

Tony spoke up while bending down to grab his phone. Steven didn't object to his words at all. He stood there, shoving his hands down into his pockets. He moved to look out the window of his office, glancing beyond the mini-blinds and down towards the club that he managed. He blocked out everything in the room, focusing his concentration down on the people below in the club. The dance floor wasn't busy at all from his view. While Steven stood there looking through the window, Jennifer tried to confront him one last time by stepping behind him. Tony moved to the door, ready to walk out but turned his head to watch Jennifer. She placed her hand over Steven's shoulder and spoke.

"You aren't gonna really do what Tony said, are you? Are you gonna beat-"

Steven snapped, cutting her off.

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm gonna fucking do!"

He turned around as she moved her hand off his shoulder. Steven looked directly at Jennifer as she replied to him.

"But he's your son! You know that's wrong! Beating on him isn't going to change what he did."

Shaking his head, Steven was ready to explain his point of view to her now.

"He's not a kid anymore, he's a grown man. He's twenty-three years old, will be twenty-four later this year. Think about this, Jennifer. What if that was your son beating the shit out of some old man? How would you feel about it? That could be somebody's grandfather, or better yet, it could be your grandfather. How would you feel about that?"

"Steven, oh my god...Please stop."

Looking away from her, Steven pointed his finger at Tony across the room and screamed at him.

"This wouldn't be a problem if YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BAILED HIS STUPID ASS OUT!!"

When he screamed, Jennifer took a few steps back as she felt his voice ringing through her ears. Her eyes began to water as she turned away from Steven, quickly running out the door. With his finger still pointed at Tony, he continued yelling as his voice echoed through the halls.

"No wonder my son is a fucking idiot. You don't hold him responsible for jack-fucking-shit. No accountability for his actions when his uncle Tony can just bail him out. GET YOUR FUCKING SORRY ASS OUTTA MY OFFICE!!

Tony stepped out of the door way as Jennifer pushed herself against the wall and began to cry loudly. He shut the office door so Steven could be left alone in silence. He moved towards Jennifer, wrapping his arm around her and standing her up as they embraced into a hug. He spoke softly to her while Maria stepped forward.

"I'm really sorry about this, Jennifer."

"What...what is wrong with him? I have never seen him get mad like this. He's like a completely different person right now. Steven is usually calm...and loving."

She began to cry harder while clutching over Tony. Jennifer didn't know what to think of this. From the distance, Maria stepped away from them. As she began to walk down the hall, she wondered to herself since she had heard the entire conversation and realized both sides of the argument. She didn't have the heart to say it in front of Tony, but she understood Steven's frustrations. Maria had a brother who often found himself in trouble similar to this, as she could understand the rage and frustration. She felt the urge to speak with Steven alone, but not until Jennifer and Tony had left the club. Maria didn't want them to witness her approaching his office.

Jennifer finally stopped herself from crying as Tony had walked her into the lounge room. Her makeup had become a mess as she needed a tissue to dry her eyes and wipe the tears away. Her hair was all fixed up in a pony tail, as she wore a white dress. She had dressed in the occasion to match Steven's own fashion. It was something she liked to do since they had began dating, but such little details of dressing were beyond the point now. Deep inside, she felt heart broken over what she had witnessed. She feared what was going to happen by the time his soon reached the club, knowing this wasn't going to have a happy ending. Tony threw his arm around Jennifer as they sat on the couch together, still comforting her as he spoke.

"I am so sorry you had to be here tonight to witness this. I know you care about him, but with Steven you can't choose what you like from the man. You've gotta take the good and the bad, it's just the way he is."

"No, it's okay Tony. This...this was an eye opening experience. I'm glad I seen this before deciding to have him meet my kids."

Shaking her head, Jennifer's eyes watered up once more before she continued speaking.

"I can't do this. I don't think I can make it work with your brother. If he acts this way over his son, I dread a future with him around my own kids."

Taking in a deep breath, she didn't want to cry anymore over Steven's actions. Jennifer began to rise up from the couch, but she looked back at Tony one last time and took his hand into hers. She wanted to forgive him, but not without confronting him about the day at the dock. Tony had hurt her deep down, making her feel as if she were to be a 'surprise' for when Salma arrived back in town for a threesome.

"Tony, I want you to know that you hurt my feelings a while back. When you asked me to join you on the yacht as a surprise for when Salma was coming back. That hurt, it's been hard to get over. We have been friends for a long time and that made me feel just like I was some sex doll for the both of you to have fun with."

He looked into her eyes and nodded.

"I know, Jennifer. I am sorry, that was wrong of me."

"I wish that had never happened between us. I was hurt, that was the night I went on a date with your brother. I feel so stupid right now. He was still seeing Vida, but I didn't think he was like this at all."

"Jennifer, you have nothing to apologize for. I've put up with him like that for my whole life. He's my brother and I love him, but he don't know how to control himself when he gets angry. I wish I had warned you beforehand."

She shook her head.

"No, I wouldn't have believed you. It's okay. I'm just happy that we are friends again. I hope you invite me to the wedding."

Chuckling, Tony patted her shoulder.

"Of course, I will invite you. I've known you for so long, I feel we're always be friends in the end. Don't worry about that one incident, I don't hold grudges with old friends like you. You and I will always be friends, Jennifer."

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Carlos and Ramón left the yacht party, bringing Vida Guerra with them back to Carlos' hotel. 'The fortress' was the nickname given to his luxury hotel suite, sitting high in the Fontainebleau hotel along South Beach. The nickname came from the fact that Carlos had his hired bodyguards rent out other rooms next to his own, all sitting on the same floor. There were four rooms, all bought and paid for with his drug money. His entire operation was usually ran within the walls of his hotel suite, sitting among one of the highest floors that contained an upstairs level. A screen door led to the balcony outside, but for tonight's event, everything remained behind closed doors in the living room. A very special big booty hoe remained down on her knees, pleasing the two brothers in unison.

The clothes had come off over half an hour ago, leaving all three of them completely naked together. Vida was on her knees, fulfilling a request from Carlos. He teased her, asking if she could stuff two cocks between her puffy lips at the same time. Gagging sounds could be heard as she sat on her knees, pushing both of their hard rods between her lips. Carlos stood to over her left hand side while Ramón was to the right. As brothers, their dicks pushed against one another as they were shoved between her lips. Vida gagged, slobbering all over them as she blinked her eyes. Ramón brought his fingers down to his rob, squeezing it while Carlos moaned. He waited a few seconds before calling out to her.

"Goddamn, that's impressive. This bitch's lips were made to suck on dicks."

Ramón pulled his cock from her lips first, allowing Carlos to take over as he thrust his rod between her lips. Vida squeezed her puffy red lips around his pole before gagging on it. He called out to her.

"Suck it, bitch! Show me what you've got!"

He moved his hand to the back of her head, holding her in place as he began to thrust his hips forward. Carlos couldn't help himself as he began to fuck her mouth. Ramón took a few steps back and sat down on the black leather couch from behind, stroking his cock as he sat there and listened to all the various noises Vida's mouth created.

"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-KAH-GWAH!!"

Carlos fucked her mouth, slamming his cock back and forth between her lips to force his balls smack up against her chin repeatedly. Vida's eyes watered up, forcing her heavy black eyeliner to smear a bit around her eyes. Carlos cried out, pushing her mouth all the way down until the head of his dick reached the back of her throat. He held here there, counting in his head while strings of drool began to drip from her lower lip, falling to the floor below.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah! That's what I'm fucking talking about right there!"

He finally pulled her hair, forcing his cock free from her lips. A flood of saliva ran out of Vida's mouth, overflowing down her chin and to her big tits down below. Carlos let go of her hair, stepping back from her as she coughed and gagged. A sinister giggle could be heard from his voice as she slowly caught her breath. Stepping back far enough, Carlos sat down next to his brother on the couch. It took Vida a few moments to catch her breath from his rough skull-fucking. Once she had recovered, her eyes looked forward. She saw both men's legs as she began to crawl towards the couch. Carlos snapped his fingers at her as if she were a loyal pet.

"That's a good whore right there. Crawl over here to us, baby."

Vida giggled in a sensual voice that only enticed the dirty side of Carlos' mind even further. Carlos was sitting on the right side with Ramón to the left. With two men to choose from, it seemed obvious that she would devote most of her attention to the birthday man himself. Rising up from her knees, Vida stood in front of Carlos, allowing to see her full frontal nudity. His eyes glanced over her breasts before going down, viewing her amazing muscular stomach. The baby devil tattoo over her stomach usually got her compliments from men, but Carlos was more fascinated with her body in general. Placing her right foot between his legs, she brought her left leg up, pushing her foot down into the couch while feeling his hands roam over her thick legs and to her large booty from behind. Vida placed her left hand down onto his shoulder momentarily while speaking to him.

"See something you like, big boy? Mmmmmm, I know you do."

"This body, holy fucking shit. This body is absolutely perfect."

Carlos planted both of his hands over her ass cheeks from behind, feeling them wobble and bounce around within his finger tips. When Vida raised her hand from his shoulder, he brought his right hand back and laid a hard smack over the respective ass cheek, feeling it wobble against his palm. He then repeated the process, spanking her other ass cheek with his left hand. She moaned, curving her lips into a seductive grin as she glanced over at his brother sitting next to him. Ramón's eyes glared with pure lust, speaking silently to Vida as she knew he had desired her for several years. She couldn't wait to tease him with filthy words, but his brother was the one in control.

"These are the best legs I've ever seen on a bitch. How far can you lift them up?"

She raised her eyebrow while glancing down at Carlos.

"What do you mean? Like, lift them over my head."

"Yeah, I wanna see how flexible you are when we fuck you."

"I wanna take her ass first."

Vida giggled as Ramón had finally spoken, offering her chance to tease him.

"Oh yeah, is that right Ramón? You've been hoping to fuck my ass for a long time now. I haven't forgotten all those times I used to catch you starring down at it. Well, you're about to get your wish. But it's your brother's birthday, so he gets to fuck this wet cunt first."

"Get up, whore. I want you to get on top of him, face me and lift your legs up real high."

The position Carlos had ordered for her seemed somewhat difficult, but Vida was confident she could get it done. She moved away from him, turning all of her attention towards Ramón momentarily so she could turn around. From his view, he was starring into one of the most famous asses he had ever witnessed. He watched it sit down on his lap, as he used his right hand to guide his cock between the crack of her ass and easily locating her back door hole. Once she felt his hard rod in her ass, the Cuban goddess let out a loud moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, that feels so fucking good. I love having a big dick right up my ass."

Spreading her legs out, she threw them up, demonstrating to Carlos that she clearly had a muscular body that was flexible beyond his wildest imagination. He got up from the couch, standing up to move in front of her. He placed his hands over her legs, pushing them up to the point her feet stretched out beyond her head. All Vida did was smirk at him.

"Is this flexible enough for you?"

She spoke to him with a smart ass tone, taunting Carlos with her attitude. From beneath her, Ramón could be heard moaning as he experienced his rod shoved into her thick, phat ass.

"Holy fucking shit, this ass-"

Vida cut off Ramón, speaking for him instead.

"It's the best you've ever had, right?"

Ramón didn't respond as all he could do was throw his head back and moan. The time had come for Carlos to place his rod into her dripping wet pussy. He placed his right leg down over the couch, getting into a better position where he could pound her easily. Vida offered her hands to help, reaching down and grabbing Carlos by his long prick, shoving it towards her pussy. Once the head was past her delightful pink lips, she let out a soft moan before teasing him with filthy words.

"Come on, I want you to fuck me. Fuck the shit outta me like a real man, Carlos! This big booty hoe needs it!!"

He grunted as he gripped her legs tighter, glancing down at her big tits as he began to thrust his cock into her. With her legs spread out so far, she looked so beautiful as every curve of her strong thick body was visible. Vida dropped her lower lip, letting out a loud moan as she felt both of their cocks thrusting into her holes now.

"Ohhhhh, yeah!! That's it, ohhhhhhhh yes!! Fuck the shit outta me!!"

Carlos didn't utter a single word to Vida's crying voice. Ramón barely made any movements at all, keeping his cock firmly placed into her giant ass. It was the other brother who bucked his hips forward and slammed that cock into her wet pussy. Vida gasped, feeling his balls slap against her thighs with each hard thrust Carlos sent into her.

OHHHH, OHHHHHH!! YEAH, THAT'S IT!! JUST LIKE THAT, YEAHHHH!!"

Both men could be heard grunting, but it was Vida's screams that shook every corner of the room. Vida's eyes remained focused down, watching as Carlos' dick disappeared with each thrust he made into her tight pussy. From behind her, Ramón wrapped his arms around her muscular stomach, holding her down as he tried to buck his hips forward to drive his cock into that wonderful ass. It became clear almost instantly that Carlos was the one in control, pounding away into her pussy. The time had come for her to scream into his ears, swearing her allegiance to a new man in spite of his cousin who had wronged her.

"YES, YESSSSSS! BUST THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN!! I AM YOUR FUCKING WHORE, CARLOS!!"

Just from her words alone, Carlos was bound and determined now to keep her screaming until she had finally reached her climax. She had went from calling herself his 'big booty hoe' now to proclaiming herself as his whore. Weather this was just a birthday present or not, he no longer cared. As loudly as she screamed, Carlos wanted to kiss her so bad but didn't. His face remained locked down on her chest, watching her breasts bounce with each hard thrust he sent into her.

"Scream for me, bitch! SCREAM FOR ME!!"

"I'M YOUR WHORE, CARLOS! YOUR FUCKING WHORE, ALL YOURS!! OHHHHH, FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!!"

Gritting his teeth, he continued to pump his cock into her clit. Vida raised her head up, moaning as she soon felt Ramón's hands slip down to cradle her massive ass cheeks into his palms. Now that he was balancing her, he was able to thrust his cock forward into her ass at a consistent pace. Carlos still rammed his rod into her pussy faster, concentrating all his efforts to force her into an orgasm. Vida gritted her teeth for a moment, closing her eyes and screaming out.

"OHHH MY GOD, I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE! I'M ALMOST...THERE! OHHHHH, FUCK!!"

Taking final hard thrust, Carlos came to a complete stop while his brother was still pumping his dick into her ass. Vida's eyes shot open as she looked into Carlos face while the walls of her pussy had finally collapsed and sent hr juices gushing over his dick inside of her.

"OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"

While she looked back into his face, all Carlos did was give her a sinister smirk. Vida was catching her breath, but he was ready to move on with a new position. His hands let go of her legs, finally allowing her to lower them as they remained spread out. Carlos ran his hands through her jet black hair, getting a grip with both hands as he began to pull her up off his brother below. His cock slipped from her pussy, forcing her juices to come flooding out and trickling between her thighs. Excess cum dripped over the couch and to the floor below as Carlos pulled the Cuban model up. He pushed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as she was forced to stand up, making Ramón's dick fall freely out from her giant booty. Vida kissed Carlos back before he pulled his lips from hers. His devious eyes glared back at her face while he ordered her into a new position.

"On the floor right now, bitch!"

Vida didn't utter a word in response to him, she just fell to her knees as he had ordered. His hands were still placed in her hair, all while Ramón just sat on the couch and watched his brother.

"Open your fucking mouth!"

A predictable request, Vida had almost guessed this is what he wanted her to do. She placed her hands down over her breasts below, holding them up and rubbing her fingers over her nipples while parting her lips. Carlos didn't waste any time sliding his wet dick right back between her lips. Her tongue twirled around his pole as he began to buck his hips forward, driving that dick down her throat like he had done before. Vida knew that he didn't cum yet, so he probably was about to finish himself off for the first round at least. Ramón sat alone, wanking his dick as he watched his brother begin skull-fucking her again.

"Take that fucking dick, you nasty, big ass bitch! FUCKING TAKE IT!!"

'Big ass bitch' was a new nickname Vida hadn't heard before, but she was unable to giggle with her mouth stuffed with his cock. She began to gag as he pumped his rod back and forth between her lips.

"GWAH-GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAK-KAH!"

The noises her mouth created were so nasty, yet were just the type of sounds that Carlos wanted to hear louder than ever. Like before, Vida's eyes watered up while he continued to fuck her mouth. He finally moved his left hand out of her hair while pushing her mouth all the way down until feeling the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. She instantly choked, causing Carlos to laugh and taunt her.

"What's wrong? That dick too big for you? I thought you were my whore, Vida? I figured you could take it better than that."

A chuckle was soon heard among the voices of both brothers. Vida's eyes had watered up, smearing her eyeliner like before. Her hands remained over her breasts, still squeezing her nipples between her fingers. A string of saliva dripped her lower lip, falling down to her chin before Carlos pulled her hair to snatch his cock free from those puffy lips of hers. A pop noise could be heard as Vida quickly caught her breath with her mouth a gaping hole. Her eyes looked up at Carlos as he smirked down at her. His eyes had finally noticed her hands over her breasts, giving the hint of a titty fuck.

"You want my dick between your tits, bitch?"

Vida bit down on her lower lip, nodding her head as she gazed up into his dark eyes. A soft giggle was heard crackling from her lips as she brought her big tits up to trap Carlos' saliva dripping dick between them. He stood there, simply watching as she squeezed her tits around his cock. He began to thrust forward as Vida was still giggling at him.

"What the fuck do you find so funny down there, whore?"

It was a ridiculous question that she ignored. Vida continued giggling as she looked down to watch his thick rod poke between her tits with each hard thrust. Her eyes looked back at Carlos, still biting down on her lower lip to give him sight of her perfect teeth. Her makeup was a mess as she had a black smudge under her left eye from the runny eyeliner. Ramón eventually got up from the couch, stepping towards his brother as if he was there to wait his turn to fuck her tits. Vida was ignoring him while his brother moaned.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Fuck!! That's what I like right there! A whore with a big ass and big fucking tits, who ain't afraid to put 'em to good use!"

Finally, she couldn't help but to tease him with dirty words in a response.

"Mmmmmm, you love these big fat tits, don't deny it!"

Carlos didn't reply. The sound of his moans was all Vida needed to know that she had this man under her seductive control. He took a deep breath, realizing that his time was short before his cock was going to explode into a sticky white mess for her. Vida knew he had to be close, as she squeezed her tits tighter while feeling his shaft pump between them. After a few more seconds, Carlos finally snatched his cock free from her tits, giving Vida the impression that she was about to be covered in his load. She closed her eyes the minute she seen him begin stroking his long dick.

"OHHHHH, FUCK! FUCK YES!! TAKE THIS CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!!"

Vida gritted her teeth the second she felt his warm seed splashing across her skin. The first wad flew directly into her closed right eyelid, drenching over her eyebrow and streaking down her cheek. His next wad splashed across her forehead, getting into her hair. Carlos could be heard groaning, breathing in heavily as he shot more strings of cum across her face. Thick wads landed across her forehead and the right temple of her face while a loose string caught her left cheek and trickled down her chin. Vida squinched her eyes, using both hands to quickly wipe the cum from her eye lids so she could re-open them. She looked up into Carlos' eyes while planting her lips back down over his cock.

"Oh my god, you are the best fucking whore I've ever had. Look at you, still sucking on it after I covered your face."

She had closed her eyes only momentarily while placing her hands down over his legs. Vida looked up into his face as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock. It didn't matter that her face was drenched in cum, she was bound and determined to seal herself at this man's side. 'Mmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmm', she could be heard moaning as she continued to work her lips up and down his cock. Carlos thought to himself that he must have had a real cum slut within his grasp now. The night had only begun, for she was about to become even more sticky alongside him and his brother.

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An hour had passed back at the club until the BMW car came pulling up into a parking space. Steven got the word that Tony's lawyer had arrived with his son, as he remained upstairs alone in his office. Maria had stopped by, but decided against speaking with him tonight as he appeared to still be enraged. She promised to let Steven know when Jacob had walked through the door of the club. As he spent his time locked in his office, all Steven could do was build the rage he had towards his son for his criminal actions. Deep down, he felt like a failure of a father after this whole incident. With everything he had done for Jacob over his life, this was uncalled for. What kind of son did he raise to end up putting an old man in the hospital from a viscous beating?

After receiving the call from Maria that Jacob had entered the club, Steven finished off a glass of whiskey he had and then finally left his office. He put his jacket back on over his shirt while he raced down the hallway. During the time he spent alone, nothing had crossed his mind whatsoever about Tony and Jennifer. He couldn't focus on anyone else, as his mind was centered directly over his shameful son. The club was still busy around midnight. Steven walked down the stairs, looking over the place until he found Jacob standing near the bar. He wore a white T-shit and black pants. Smudges of what appeared to be dried up blood was over his shirt. The young man looked around in confusion, as he didn't seem to know why he had been escorted to the club. Steven soon stepped behind him, calling out to him to get his attention.

"Jacob?"

Turning around, the young man glanced back at his father in fear before answering him.

"Dad? Where's uncle Tony at?"

"Your uncle went to bed. We need to talk, I heard about what you did."

"So-"

Steven cut him off.

"I need to know how bad you beat the shit out of that old man. Is he going to make it?"

Rolling his eyes, Jacob looked right at him and nodded.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. You care more about some old loser than me, huh? I'm not surprised."

Steven raised his eyebrow while glaring back at his son. From his smart ass reply, he had enough of this. He put his hand over Jacob's left shoulder and spoke to him.

"Come on, we're gonna talk about this in private. Let's go to the bathroom and talk about this man to man."

Jacob's eyes became large as he pulled his father's hand off his shoulder.

"NO! You're not taking me to the bathroom, I know what you're gonna do! NO!!"

Snatching him by the arm, Steven began to drag him away from the bar

"Shut up and take it like a man, you little ungrateful brat! We're gonna get this over with right fucking now!!"

A struggle broke as Jacob tried to fight off his father, but it was clear that Steven had the upper hand as he dragged his fearful son away from the bar and across the club to where the public bathrooms were. This wasn't the first time had dragged his son to a bathroom. Jacob knew exactly what was about to happen to him, as this used to be where his father took him when he made a scene in public. His uncle wasn't here to break this up like in the past.

"I'm not a kid anymore, you can't fucking do this!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!!"

Once they reached the bathroom, Steven opened the door and shoved his son right through the door. Jacob went flying backwards, falling and sliding onto the cold floor. His heart was racing, as this was the last thing he wanted to experience at the hands of his father. Steven slowly stepped through the bathroom, noticing that it was empty. Hurrying off the floor, Jacob moved to the stalls, quickly locking the door behind him so there was at least a barrier between them. All that could be heard was heavy breathing. Steven almost wanted to laugh at this whole situation. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped around while speaking to him.

"Oh, so you're gonna run and hide like a little pussy huh? I guess this is how you act when you can't gang up on someone and beat them."

"Go away! I called uncle Tony, not you! Leave me the fuck alone!"

Steven laughed at him. It was comical how fearful his son was over this whole incident. A sign of immediate guilt, though Jacob knew this wasn't going to go easy. His breathing could still be heard beyond the stall.

"You know, we could do this the easy way or the hard way. I just wanna know what you did and why? Why did you and your jackass friends beat the shit out of some old man? What did he do to you to deserve that?"

A long sigh was heard before silence fell over the bathroom. Jacob finally replied to his father.

"The old man...wouldn't keep his mouth shut. He wouldn't back down, kept running his fucking mouth. So, I got angry. I..I couldn't stop myself, we couldn't stop. Once we got into it, we couldn't stop ourselves. It was stupid, but he was in the wrong too."

Looking down over the floor, Steven removed his hands from his pockets and thought to himself for a moment before responding back. He tried to control himself for the moment being, though it was taking everything in him not to snap and go berserk. The response from his son clearly showed no sign of guilt whatsoever as he was still blaming the victim.

"How bad did you beat the old guy?"

"I don't know. I know we cracked something in his chest."

"You hit him in the chest?"

"No, I kicked him there, repeatedly. I may have ended up cracking one of his ribs."

Silence fell over the room once more. Steven had made his mind up what he was going to do for the victim of Jacob and his friend's actions. He was going to make his son pay the medical bills himself, even if it required his spare college money.

"That's not good. I'm sure we'll know by tomorrow who he is and what hospital he's staying in. You're gonna pay his medical bills. Since you beat that old man like that, you're gonna be the one that makes it up to him."

"Are you fucking serious?"

Clutching his fists, Steven screamed back at him.

"Yes, I'm fucking serious, smart ass! That could've been someone's grandfather you just beat like that! Do you even realize what you've done tonight?"

Jacob sighed and replied back to his father.

"What about me? I'm your son, you should be worried about me. I don't even have a grandfather anymore, so why should I-"

Gritting his teeth, Steven cut him off by screaming.

"THAT'S FUCKING IT! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE FUCKING PUNK!!"

He couldn't control his anger anymore. Steven moved to the door of the bathroom stall and raised his right leg. Using all the strength he had, he began to kick the door forward. Jacob could be heard breathing heavily again as he called out.

"No, no! Don't break the door! Please!!"

It was beyond that point now. Steven couldn't control himself. He kicked the door twice until the hinges came loose, breaking into the wood and damaging it beyond repair. It fell in, falling over Jacob as he sat on the toilet. Jacob looked at his father in rage, moving over the stall to avoid the door from falling on him.

"You wanna beat me? Fine, do it! Mom was right about you! You are a fucking psychopath!"

"Get over here, you little brat!"

Reaching across the stall, Steven grabbed Jacob by the shirt, pulling him out of the stall as he took a few steps backwards. Jacob grabbed at his hands, kicking at him to fight back.

"No, NO! I'm not a kid anymore! You aren't gonna bully me like this!"

Getting into his son's face, Steven screamed at him while still gripping his shirt. He ignored the comment about his ex-wife, Jacob's mother Tara.

"You wanna know why this pisses me off so bad, Jacob!? I've given you everything. I've worked my ass off to support you. When you went to school, I made sure that you had all designer name clothes, the most expensive shoes in stores. I wanted you to have the things that I was never able to have in my own childhood. Who paid for your fucking scholarship to a top college in this state? ME! I do all this for you, and the only thing I get in return is my own son acting like a fucking punk!!"

Looking his father in the eye, Jacob quickly hacked up in his mouth and then spit directly into over his left cheek. Out of reaction, Steven let go of his shirt, taking a step back and rearing his right hand back. He moved, slapping his son across the face as hard as he could. As Jacob cried in pain and fell backwards, Steven swung with the opposite side of his hand, backhanding him across the cheek. His knuckles clanked against his mouth while he fell to the floor, crying in pain. Blood began to trickle from Jacob's mouth. He looked up at his father from the floor, clenching his teeth as he screamed at him.

"Go ahead and beat me, you miserable fucking prick! Beat me down so you can feel good about yourself! Come on, do it!!"

Taking a step back, Steven stopped himself from making another attack on his son as he listened to his words. Jacob continued speaking while his mouth filled with blood.

"I don't care how much stupid money you spend! You've rarely ever had anything to do with me in all of my life. You never go to any of my football games, not even when I was in high school, but you want me to feel bad cause you spend money on me. You don't even give a shit that I spent the night in jail, you're worried about some old bastard instead, a complete fucking stranger at that! The only thing you give a shit about is your money and how many sluts you can fuck, that's it! I should've stayed with mom in Texas. She did the right thing by divorcing you and getting as far away as she fucking could."

His words were a brutal sting into Steven's mind and heart. He didn't answer him back, only taking a few steps back and gazing down at the floor below. There was some hard truth to Jacob's words, things that Steven couldn't deny. Jacob got up from the floor while his father seemed to be lost in his thoughts. The young man walked across the bathroom, moving to the sink where he turned the faucets on and washed his mouth off. Steven looked at his fist and then sighed in shame. He stepped back again, leaning against the wall as he began to sink down to the floor. Jacob ran out of the bathroom, leaving his father alone now. A hard realization sank into Steven's mind, as he had realized his failure as a parent.

Jacob wasn't wrong about most of what he said. It bothered Steven as a father that his soon appeared to be desensitized and careless over his actions to a victim. None of that mattered though anymore, as everything he had said was true. Steven's ex-wife and Jacob's mother Tara had divorced and moved back to Texas where she had family. They married in high school, following her pregnancy. Both of them were only eighteen-years old, far too young to be raising a child. Steven had felt guilt and shame for most of his life for the failure in his marriage to her. Memories of her had soon become at the front of his mind. While sitting on the floor, all he could do was let the disappointment sink into his mind. He failed his son, just as he had failed as a husband. His son hated him and yet Steven couldn't even blame Jacob for it. The bathroom door soon opened and a voice called out to Steven.

"Hey man, you alright?"

It was Sean, rushing in to check on him. Steven looked up at him from the floor before shaking his head.

"Your boy left the club, you've been in here for a while. Maria asked me to come in and make sure you were alright."

Glancing up at Sean, Steven nodded to him. He didn't want to discuss his problems with anyone right now.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

Stepping through the bathroom, Sean went to help him up from the floor but Steven refused. He got up himself, standing on his feet and letting out a sigh. Sean looked to see the broken stall door, but didn't mention it. He patted Steven on the shoulder and spoke.

"We'll worry about that tomorrow. You should go home and get some sleep, man. You've had a hell of a night, I'll give you a call and check on you in the morning."

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"OH GOD, YES! YESSSSS!! FUCK ME, OHHHHHH YEAH!!"

The night continued as hours passed between Carlos, Ramón and Vida. From the time that Carlos shot his load all over her face, all she did was clean it up and get back to work for another round with the two brothers. For the time being, Vida was in another position where they could both thrust their cocks into her holes. The couch had proven to be a busy spot for their time tonight. Ramón was currently seated down while Vida was on top, leaning over him as her big boobs shook near his face. His cock was lodged into her clit, all while Carlos was standing from behind and pummeling her thick round ass with his dick. Vida had glanced over her shoulder, watching as she felt both of their rods pounding into her simultaneously.

"YES, YESSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHH GOD! FUCK ME, BOTH OF YOU! KEEP FUCKING ME!!"

This was the second time tonight that Vida had two cocks pounding into her holes. She had proven to Carlos beyond any reasonable doubt that she could take anything he and his brother threw at her. For the time being, she wanted to them to fuck her until they point they were ready to blow their loads again. Over and over, Vida felt their rods pump into her. Her big tits bounced from underneath, shaking up against Ramón's face. Carlos was the first one to come to a stop, taking a step back while pulling his cock free from her ass.

"Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna cum again!!"

"Yes, yes! Set me down so you can both cum all over my face!"

Ramón almost shot his load right into her pussy when she uttered those filthy words of desire. Coming to a stop, he soon watched her rising off him as his brother had come behind her and snatched her by the hair to help pull her up from the couch. Once Vida was down on her knees, Ramón quickly got up and moved in front of her. The two brothers stood in her view, Carlos to her left and Ramón to the right. Vida wrapped her hands around their cocks, stroking them back and forth only momentarily. Ramón put his own hand around his dick, pulling it from her grasp. Carlos soon did the same thing, leaving her there on the floor awaiting her face to become another sticky mess like before. Vida closed her eyes and used her hands to fix up her hair behind her shoulders. The two men could be heard breathing heavily as they wanked their cocks in unison. She licked her lips, teasing them with dirty words.

"Mmmmmm, you both gonna shoot that hot spunk all over my face? Drench me down like a fucking whore?"

"Yeah, I already did it once and I'll do it again!"

Vida began to giggle at Carlos' words. Ramón had proven to be the quiet one, as she listened to both of them silently breathing. Her eyes remained closed but soon, Ramón called out.

"Ohhhhh, OHHHHHH GOD! YEAH!! FUCK YEAH!!"

Both brothers had reached their climax almost in a perfect unison. Cum went splattering across her face. Carlos shot a thick wad directly into her right eyelid like before. It trickled down like a heavy tear drop. Most of Ramón's cum went over her forehead and into her hair. Vida began to giggle as she felt strings of cum over both sides of her nose and a thick wad above her upper lip.

"Ohhhhh my god, yeah! That's what I like! I'm your whore now, paint me down like one!"

She continued giggling while they were still jacking themselves off, emptying their cum over her gorgeous face. The night was coming to an end as she was making sure that both of them had drained their balls completely into exhaustion. She was going to need to take a shower before falling into a slumber at Carlos' hotel suite, but it was well worth it. Much would have to be explained tomorrow to the brothers, as Vida had planned to reveal just the reason she would walk in and give herself to them. A scorned woman could prove to be more dangerous than a loaded weapon. She felt Carlos was her best opportunity at achieving some sort of payback to Steven after the humiliation he had given her. The days of her playing nice were long gone, as she was ready to walk a dark line and light it up blazing flames alongside an old enemy from his past.

Drug Lord Chapter Is End