(130). I pick you up from your sisters house around 7:30 pm. It is a nice summer day, and a friend of mine predicted that the signs of the stars were calling 4 a full moon. A gentle breeze blows on my face as I push it 2 the limit like my man Rick Ross throughout the streets of NW, DC.
You're sashaying towards my car, when I, being the gentleman my Mama raised me as, gets out 2 open the passenger side door 4 you. I help you speed up the process because I am curious 2 know how many licks it takes before I can see the center of your Tootsie Roll pop. Mmmm. Chocolate flavored.
I sneak a peek in your direction as you buckle your seat belt, praying the fellow motorists would just stop playing around and drive, so I can pull out into the traffic heading towards I-95.
Finally coming 2 grips that it would be a while before the traffic flowed again, I pull your face towards mine, lean into it, and place a nice, long, seductive kiss upon your pretty little lips. Mmmm; tasty as can be!
Traffic suddenly comes to a halt. You elect 2 take off your shoes and relax your feet, as I proceed 2 get us 2 our destination safely. I have some Marvin Gaye playing on my sleek, yet exclusive, Kenwood car system. The only other legible noise coming from the inside of the car is our heavy, rhythmic breathing.
(131). The wave of ecstasy which our bodies intertwined has now created, takes me back 2 the time I first explored those satin walls of yours. I can feel "your dick", as you like 2 call it, rising like a scene from the movie ( Clash of The Titans ). Damn, I love how you always have that effect on me.
I give you this intense look; a look that exudes confidence on my behalf; the look on yours self explanatory, being as though you know how your baby gets down in the bedroom.
You ease up a little, before bombarding me with 21 questions, but I'm a bit distracted from your breasts, which I have playfully nicknamed "The Doublemint Twins". I lick my lips LL Cool J like, loving the way you look @ me with pure, unadulterated lust in your eyes. You wrap your hands around my member as you feel little man starting 2 rise. Damn, how I love the way you be making me feel.
You slowly start 2 rub your fingers through my hair like my man J. Holiday be crooning about. I flirt with you subliminally, and you give me that all to knowing look that states a lot without even saying anything @ all. That look tells me how much your kitty is craving my love muscle. I-95 is backed up something terrible, but that is of no concern 2 either of us. Temperatures steady rising, both of our bodies yearning. 4 what remains 2 be seen. Stuck in traffic so long has only caused my dick 2 get harder and harder with each passing second. There's no way in hell we're gonna be able 2 resist the urge before we make it 2 the house. I need you right here, right now.
Traffic done almost came 2 a complete halt by now. There is something going on up the road. That makes my adrenaline rush even more. The ole boy is about ready 2 explode. I unfasten my seat belt, lean 2 the side, and start kissing you all over your forehead. Your sweet smelling scent has definitely peeked my interest.
(132). I constantly keep kissing on you, making my way down 2 your succulent lips, before inhaling your scent through your fabric, without even removing your clothes. You somewhat demand me 2 put the car in park, so you can focus on giving me all my Hershey kisses. Your kisses alone, always seem 2 do this 2 me. Road rage must be starting 2 kick in, because several drivers have now gotten out of their vehicles. Just maybe we give them what they are asking 4: a free freak show.
I decide against it, but my dick is now bout ready 2 touch my kneecaps. Down boy, down, I mumble 2 myself, 2 no avail.
You physically remove my hand, and attempt 2 encourage me 2 remain patient, but the ole boy is being real disobedient right now. You shake your head side 2 side in total disbelief of my hardened member doing what he be doing best: showing off. You then suck your own cream flavored juices off the tips of my fingers, as I watch you in complete awe, darting my eyes back and forth between the looming interstate and my rock hard member.
You continue 2 tease me just a little longer, before finally allowing me 2 taste you 4 myself. You slowly and methodically place your sweet smelling fingers across my nose, now more confident about actually holding off until we @ least make it 2 the rest stop.
(133). You spit on the dickhead first ,before you start 2 slurp and hum on it, me doing everything in my power 2 control a early explosion. I begin 2 squirm and moan, words sounding like gibberish coming out of my mouth. It's sad 2 say, but 2 keep it real, you got your boo sounding like a real bitch right about now.
You continue 2 suck and tug, gently massaging my balls in your small and delicate, but magical hands. I can no longer resist the temptation, and my dick explodes inside of your mouth, in a short, yet powerful burst. You drink up every bit, until it is clearly no more left.
You then create a trail with your tongue from the dick 2 my balls, 2 my gluteus Maximus before finally coming up 4 air some 30 seconds or so later. I can no longer handle it, so I wrap my hands around your unbeweavable ponytail, stick my tongue as far down your throat as much as I possibly can, and look @ you in amazement as your body quivers from something so simple as the power of my touch. Your body goes into mini Harlem shake mode as you release your juices all over my leather car seat. It's cool though beautiful; we have bigger fish 2 fry, as the saying goes. I look 2 the road ahead, and can't believe my eyes, when I notice that the traffic is backed up yet again. My mind is now made up: I'm about 2 manhandle the pussy, right here, right now.
(134). Cars are steady beeping, which only causes us 2 get more into this whole "adventurous" thing. The pressure from my man down below has caused your vaginal folds 2 spread, switching the pitches in your voice 2 go from crying 2 a full out scream. I shove it all in, and then get you lifted like a John Legend cd, by standing up 2 my full height, with your petite, but athletic frame in my arms. The sun continued 2 shower down on our bodies from the Heaven's above. Motorists continue 2 fly by @ a faster pace, probably no longer interested in our show, because through you and I, they're probably more interested in starting their own. I use the car's hood 4 stability, and commence 2 fucking your brains out just the way you like it. All of a sudden a Metro transit officer came out of nowhere, pulling us over with a stern warning that if we were caught again out here practicing lewd acts like indecent xposure, the next time, he would notify the proper authorities. Whatever the hell that meant.
(135). This time he's letting us go with a verbal warning. He probably knows deep down inside that we're giving him the watered down version, but he knows he wouldn't be able 2 prove anything if we were under oath, in a court of law. We jump back in the car and make our way 2 the crib, stopping by Eddie Leonard's while en route. It's entirely too late 2 be sweating behind a stove. After eating such a cheap, but wholesome meal, we take a nice, hot bubble bath 2gether and make "The neighbor know my name" type sex 4 the rest of the night, all throughout my spacious domain.
The sounds your pussy makes from slapping up against this python of a dick I possess, is like music 2 my ears. Maybe the next time we'll think about becoming xclusive members of the much talked about "mile-high club". 4 now though, I-95 would have 2 suffice.
