ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY BOOK II

22. Watching

Naygee stood up, clearly disgusted at the sight of another man's dick. I was turned on.

Who the hell was this man in my home standing in my living room like Santa Claus sent me an early gift? A big red bow was tied on his dick.

He had the perfect body.

He was walking up to me.

"Melissa, why didn't you tell me your man was here?" Naygee asked, putting on his shirt. He looked like he was about to vomit.

But the strangest thing happened. Naygee kept looking at the stranger's dick.

What straight man looked at another man's package?

Like he owned my house, the stranger swiftly walked past me, snatched the shirt and threw it across the room.

Naygee steamed, taking a few steps back, like he was about to swing. I carefully watched him.

He was looking at homeboy's package again, trying to keep up the disgusted attitude.

The stranger paused in front of me, sinking to his knees.

He took my skirt and pulled it down, my booty cheeks free and jiggling, baby.

He inhaled my womanly scent from the skirt, running his tongue over the leather.

He then pulled my pussy to the slit in the mask and his tongue began ravaging me.

This felt so good.

He took his time, his fingers embedded in my skin.

The pain mixed with the pleasure and I welcomed it with open arms. I held his head for balance, Naygee's dick hard.

Naygee tried to look away, but I saw his eyes watching, probing and studying.

He began rubbing himself, sitting back on the sofa.

"Fuck it, I'll watch," he said, spreading his legs. "I surrender...but you better keep this shit quiet. What goes on in here stays in here..."

My Stranger Man told me to hump his tongue. Where had I heard that voice before?

He talked like the rapper Bustah Rhymes. I grabbed his head and
shivered when his tongue slid across my clit.

He was lean and strong, my toes tingling with pleasure.

I was about to cum already. I bit down on my tongue to stall it.

I didn't want to cum yet.