I was lost for words. Where did I know the stranger from? His body looked like familiar territory, so I paid close attention to it.
While Naygee necked his dick, I stood up and slapped Naygee's booty cheeks. He had a nice tush.
"Are you Freaky Deaky, Naygee?"
"Hell, yea!" he announced.
"I can't hear you!" I grabbed the paddle on my low-table and spanked his ass.
"HELL YEA!"
I got on my knees and spread his cheeks apart. I tasted the chocolate. His ass smelled so good and it
was clean.
I loved cleaned asses.
The stranger stood up and got behind Naygee, eating with me
He used his big, hairy hands to hold Naygee's booty cheeks apart so we could both eat Thanksgiving dinner
early.
He was nasty like me. Naygee grinded his hole on our tongues, lost for words. I looked at the stranger and he looked at me.
"Take the mask off my face."
I slowly took it off, my mouth falling open. My Bronx bred niggah has found me.
The man I met in Manhattan.
Melvin.
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ARE YOU FREAKY DEAKY BOOK II
ChickLitCover picture from Pinterest. Model isn't affiliated with story We were the same height. Five feet eleven inches. He took my bejeweled-with-flea-market-gold-hand and kissed it, making my panties wet and my nipples hard. "I'm Melvin. From the Bronx."...
