SHEYAA JOSEPH.
"Fuck!" Kentrell moans out with his back arching up letting out little whines of pleasure as I felt the front area of my pants tighten up because of how sexy he sounded. Even though I was still mad at him, his moans will forever be music to my ears.
"Ffff!" He yells out stroking his dick faster as I looked around feeling eyes on me only to find an old couple staring at us with wide eyes. I flicked them off causing the lady to grip her purse before scurrying with her wrinkly husband. Nosy bastards.
"You almost done baby." I cooe'd seeing his smooth brown tip throb in his large wet hand. "You just missin' one mo' thing."
"W-what S-Sheyaa?" Kentrell stutters bucking his hips as the thick white cum spurted out his tip, some landing on the hood of my car and his stomach. I watched as his stomach fell up and down quickly, and his dick grew limp when he let it go, making it fall against his thigh.
"My apology." I finished walking over to him and slapping him in his face making him jolt up with an mug on his face. "Don't look at me like that Kentrell. You already heard what I told yo ass, but get yo' shit back on. We going inside."
He eyes me for a moment before sitting up with a bead of sweat on his tatted forehead as some of it trickled down the side of his face. I watched as he tiredly reached down to pull his pants and briefs back up. Once he was dressed he slid off the hood with wobbly legs, and it didn't help he was already bow-legged.
"Lookin' like a damn new baby deer." I utter grabbing him by his arm feeling him shake slightly from my touch. He should be scared because I wasn't done. We reached the restaurant doors quickly, and I opened the door for him. Kentrell walks ahead of me mumbling an 'thank you' as I walked in after him going to a booth since we were at huddle house and didn't have to wait to be seated.
"Nah don't sit down." I shake my head fumbling with my belt buckle. Kentrell shakes his head looking around the busy restaurant begging me with his coffee colored eyes but I stared back with a harder look to let him know I wasn't playing. "Hurry the fuck up."
"Sheyaa please." He whispers when my eight an a half inches sprung out after I got my belt undone. I stroked myself slapping my dick on his tatted hand waiting for him to suck my shit. "I-I'm not d-doing this here."
"Ain' nobody gonna pay attention." I laughed looking around to see people doing the same damn thing. A little ghetto but obviously they didn't give a fuck so I didn't either. "Kentrell I'm not going to repeat myself."
I watched as he sighs sadly before getting out the booth and squatting down at his knees gathering spit in his mouth before he spat on my tip. My bottom lip was tucked into my mouth, as my eyes clouded with lust when I seen his lips depart, and soon my eight inches were in his throat, well the inches he could fit, but I was making him take off my length today. No taking it easy since I was still pissed off.
Kentrell closes his eyes whimpering before slowly bopping his head up and down while his large hand worked the rest of my length. My hand soon found its way to the back of his head pushing his head down until he was gagging and I felt my thick mushroom like tip hit the back of his throat.
"Oh fuck." I mumbled laughing slamming my dick into his throat, and repeatedly stabbing at his uvula. Kentrell tries to stop me as I seen spit build up at the corner of his mouth and soon coming down his chin. I was having so much fun fucking his throat I didn't even see the people looking at us, or recording.
