ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY BOOK II

8. Escaping His Eyes

I took off my dress, revealing a birthday suit for his ass. I was top notch, a dime who was top of the line with a big ass booty, good pussy and deep throat skills to pay the bills. Let's show this Bronx Bred Niggah some new shit.

I took the small candle from the table and told him to close his eyes.

"Oh, I finally got you, huh, baby?" he said.

"Shut up. Close your eyes," I suggested.
He did so. I got on my knees and slowly took his whip-cream-clad-dick into my mouth, sucking on it slowly, locking my jaws, using my tongue expertly.

"Gahhhdddaaammmnnn!" was all the poor nigga could say.

"I am home sick," I told him, sucking on his nuts, running my tongue across gorgeous-smelling pubic hair and skin.

"I'm gonna suck Florida City out the head of your dick, spread it all over your shaft and nuts so it'll feel like I'm at home."

"Gahdamn, bitch," he blurted admiringly, his dick jumping in my mouth.

Homeboi was about to lose control.

I sucked it good, swallowing the cream, playing with his balls, working the cream into his skin. He smelled good, tasted good. The air smelled like
strawberries.

Running my fingers over my pussy I wrote my name with my juices on his forehead.

M-E-L-I-S-S-A.

Spelling it out soundly as I did so.

Taking the candle I stood his ten inch dick straight up and wiped hot candle wax along the shaft.

He bit his lips, arching his back, his huge nuts dangling and he was like, "Oooh my gawd that feel so good, where in the hell did you learn that
trick?"

I worked the dome of his decadent chocolate johnson. My slick tongue and luscious lips dressed it in the swollen mushroom head suit, erected from the pit of his cologned loins by a klondike bar.

That vanilla ice cream in the middle wanted some lip service, or was it a tongue lashing?

I used a delicate finger to wipe hot wax on his nuts while I continued to punish the head with my hot mouth and tongue.

He rose with my head, veins popping all over his dick from out of no where.

He moaned so elegantly, turned me
on. Oh Baby. Fuck that dick. Feels so Good.

You're the best. I never had wax on my dick. I love you Miami Women. Marry me. Yea. Rub some wax on my asshole. Yea, baby. Hot! I feel good.

I was swallowing whip cream, pouring the rest of my warm Dom Perignon wine on him, fucking up his white persian rug, tasting his sweat, watching my titties bounce.

I played with myself. Careful not to bring myself to orgasm. I moaned with him: Yea Baby you got some Good dick.

Imagine this is my pussy on the head of your dick. Take it, Niggah. And you call yourself a man?

Trapped in La La Land his nuts jerked, his thighs locked, his toes bent and I felt his dick contract...

Suddenly he spurted straight up in the air, all over his nipples, chest and
abs. As quickly as I could, I put his dick in my mouth, the entire dick and swallowed the nut and the hardened wax all in one gulp.

He moaned out my name, dug his fingernails into the chair, fucking my mouth slowly, tenderly, twirling his hips, tears escaping his eyes...