When my orgasm subsided, I smiled, sucking my come off the dildo. Tasted good.
It was thick, which told me I needed to drink more fluids and eat more fruits, like pineapples, oranges and grapes.
I was a freaky bitch, on her way to pick up a freaky niggah from the airport.
As far as the truck full of guys who watched me, they got a free show. But my exit was coming up, and from the looks of it we would be out of sight out of mind in about two minutes.
Bye, boys!
It's been nice.
👄
I braked, pulling over to the side of the road. Cars zoomed by me. I buttoned my blouse and fixed my skirt.
Replacing the dildo into the glove box, I closed and locked it. I felt rejuvenated.
Interrupting me, my cell rang and I answered. It was Naygee. My titties tingled just thinking about his juicy
steak.
"Are you coming?"
I put the car in "drive" and entered traffic. More and more cars were coming out of nowhere.
"Yes. Has the plane landed?"
"We're circling the airport now."
"Damn."
I mashed on the gas pedal. I was approaching the 836, which would take me past the airport to the exit I
needed.
I think it's called LeJune Road or some shitlike that. I'll know it when I see it.
"I can't wait to see you."
I blushed. "And I can't wait to see you."
"I left my wife, Melissa."
See, now I was mad. Why couldn't we just meet up and leave the strings on the puppets?
Did I look like an episode of Sesame Street, Naygee?
The only thing he could do was stuff his Snufflelufugus in my Big Bird and call it a gahdamn day.
I wasn't trying to keep him...
There were still men I wanted to fuck and one dick never stopped a show.
My pussy didn't start and stop
with him.
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