" don't open you eye's babe" Larry whispers in my ear with his hands over my eye's, leading me down the walk way.....at least i think it's the walk way, he spun me around so many times, i can't remember. " ok ok, u win" i say giggling. He grabs my arm and stops me, removing his hands "ok, open them" I open my eyes and in front of me is a beautiful, white stretch limo. " oh Larry, i've never ridden in a limo before" i squeal, jumping up and down. Larry laughs, opening the door for me. The inside is even better than the outside! lights on the ceiling, a mini bar, plush, cream colored leather seats facing each other on both sides. I look to the front, and in the drivers seat is a women chauffeur. Her hair in a bun sticking out the back of her cap. She has the most beautiful, dark chocolate skin i've ever seen and she smiles at me through the rear view mirror. I look over at Larry, looking like he's stepped right out of the pages of Vogue....as usual......... and start to feel self conscious. " Larry this is beautiful baby, but i feel a little under dressed" i say, looking down at my simple orange and white sun dress, and tan sandals. He lifts my chin so that i'm looking right into those dreamy eyes of his " ARRÊTE ÇA!!!!! ( stop it) you always beautiful to me" he says closing the door and sitting in the seat in front of me. He smiles at the driver, she nods her head and begins to pull off.
" Soooooo Mr. Bourgeois, where are we going?"
"you see when us get there"
" Larry, its not "us" it's "we", i've told you that a million times, u never listen"
"you no like how i talk? maybe i stop talking to you". He looks at the driver, Madame chauffeur, rouler la partition s'il vous plaÎt"
" oui Monsieur" she says, still smiling. I hear a humming sound and tinted glass begins to separate us from the driver, giving us complete privacy.
" you no like how i talk, i use my mouth for other things" he say's and starts moving his hand up my dress" Larry no! the driver........" but i was cut off by his juicy lips making it's way up my thigh, his hands start to caress my breasts. he slowly pulls my panties off and smiles at the tat on my inner thigh with his name on it pointing to my kitty.
" since my name is here, dat mean i do want i want, no?" he asks looking at me with that "Larry smirk" and starts slowly licking my clit, holding my legs over his shoulder.
the car is moving along...i dont even know where the hell we're going and i don't care as i throw my head back " oh larry" i moan gripping his hair and rolling my hips. I hear his muffled voice and feel the vibrations while he's licking and talking to my body, i start to shake......... then he stops and looks up at me licking his lips.
" what baby? i though you no like when i talk?" There goes that smirk again........
" What are you doing to me??" i ask, out of breath and sweaty, needing him to finish what he started.
" you no like when i talk to you, so i talk to her" he says, pointing at my spot. "she say you lie" he laughs and starts to take off his pants. "she say, you love the way i talk, yes?"
"YES!!!. I love the way you talk, I'm sorry. Larry please" i beg and pull him towards me. He pushes my hands away and sits back on the seat, pats his lap for me to come sit. You don't have to ask me twice! i move over to his seat and straddle him. he lifts me up a little so that he can position himself and i slowly slide down on his huge, hard dick. " oh shit" he moans and squeeze's my ass
" now let me show u how i talk" i say and start moving up and down, i grab his face and kiss him so hard and deep all u can hear is his muffled moans. he grabs my hair and pulls my head back
" you be quite, I'M talking!!" he says and start sucking on my neck so hard i know there will be a mark....... and i don't care. He knows that's my spot and i lose it, "oh baby YES!!!" my hands on the ceiling, bracing myself as i bounce on him harder and faster. I feel my love pouring all over him
" oh shit, oh baby" he moans into my neck as he does the same.
we're sitting there, me still on him, sweaty, half dressed.....and happy. The chauffeur knocks on the door, i didn't ever realize we stopped. I guess we've reached our destination. I still don't know where that is.
" Monsieur Bourgeois, Madame Y/N....are you coming?" she asks.
We look at each other, "we already have" we say at the same time, and bust out laughing.
