ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY Book 1 (Erotica)

11. Ocean Drive

I bust three nuts on the jerk’s tongue and I promised to take him back to his hotel room, since he was visiting from Birmingham, Alabamaand he’d never been down south.

I tried to tell him that Miami Bitches didn’t play the bushes.

Trina and Jackie-O weren’t the Baddest Bitches in the South. While the world, Hollywood and the hip-hop community in a whole lusted after South Beach and the Hoes it catered to, they didn’t know about the true Down South Bitches.

Bitches that put it down. I was talking about the Perrine Bitches. The Goulds Bitches.

I represented Goulds to the tee. The Princeton Bitches.

The Naranja Bitches. The Homestead and Florida City Bitches! The Liberty City and Carol City Bitches!

My new fellah had drive and charisma and he loved talking about my wet napkin between my legs. I charged him two hundred dollars for my conversation and for licking my pussy into remission.

He didn’t see me sliding his green- paper-and-credit-card filled wallet from his deep pants pocket. Hell, how could he know?

Once I put my visors up he leaned the
driver’s seat all the way back, putting the steering wheel up as far as it’d go. He had my face down on the car floor and my pussy in his face.

He paid me up front, which was all gravy because it kept his mind off his wallet. I slipped it into my bra. I had huge titties so he wouldn’t notice a thing.

Us Goulds Bitches would get you if you got caught slipping.

After an eternity, the windows fogged up and the humidity grew to startling intensities. I expertly pulled myself up and slurped on his scrumptious dick while he tongued my pussy.

I got a head rush, all the blood rushing to my brain, mixed with the pleasure of a very wet, slick, skilled tongue gave me an adrenaline rush out of this
world!

The 69
In the car!

Skirt around my waist, nuts against my face, his tongue in my lips...

Oooooohhh!

My thighs were trembling.