you leave you’ll miss the surprise I have for you,” she seductively whispered.
Grabbing Low’s hand, she pulled his fingers out of her wet pussy, and stuck them in her warm mouth. Sucking, she licked her own juices off Low’s digits. Then with a demure smile on her lips she said, “I know you don’t want to miss what I have for you right?”
Her soft brown eyes were searing with vision of nasty sex. She continued licking and hungrily sucking on his fingers. Low took a deep drag off the Dutch and exhaled loudly, with a sly smile on his face. Her sexual banter was making his dick hard.
“Damn ma, I just gotta make this quick drop off and pick up my car. But I’ll be right back in about an hour,” he said, passing her the Dutch.
Taking a pull on the weed, she inhaled deeply while staring at Low. She exhaled then clipped the Dutch, placing it in the ashtray on top of the nightstand. She sighed deeply like something was wrong, and said, “By then I’ll be sleeping like a baby.” Smiling, she continued. “Well I guess I’ll have to show you what I have for you right now,” she said, shrugging.
“Carpe diem, baby-girl,” Low smiled, watching her.
She quickly climbed on top of Low, and set herself into a sixty-nine position. Her round ass and moist pussy glistening from juices and sweat welcomed him. Grabbing a firm hold of his erect penis, she slowly stroked it.
“Now I know you’re hungry, baby,” she purred, teasing his stiff manhood with slow, wet licks of her tongue.
She saw the pleasure all over Low’s face. Licking up and down the shaft, and tip of his magic stick, her tongue assault caused a slight drip. Wearing the most seductive smile, she said, “If you’re gonna go then I can’t leave you with an empty stomach. I suggest you start eating.”
Then lowering her buttocks, she straddled his face with her wet pussy. Leaning forward, she feverously engulfed his dick in her warm moist mouth, and sucked his shaft. Low wasted no time in sticking his face into her goodies, devouring her. With both hands slightly spreading her ass cheeks apart. He began to gently suck on the edge of her pink pussy lips while occasionally flicking his tongue across her clit causing her to moan out ecstatically.
“Oh yes! Yes babe!”
She slowed the tempo of her strokes, and like the rhythm of an intimate love song she began to rock his world. Raising his anticipation to the highest crescendo, she stopped at the tip of his meat to circle the head with her tongue then swallowing him whole again. This calculated routine brought a feeling Low never before experienced. The techno-blunt heightened his ecstasy induced high so much that with every stroke she made with her mouth his entire body reciprocated.
It felt as if his whole body was being licked and sucked at once. Her oral antics left Low feeling so good, he obliged by returning the favor. She brought out the freak in him, and he let his tongue invade her gushy love box. Low traced the outer wet walls of her womanhood then eased his way to the bare area of skin separating vagina, and anus. With slow passionate licks, his tongue teased her.
“Oh no… No! Yes… yes!”
Ecstatic moans, and the shrill of screams burst like flares of delight across the room. Low snaked his tongue, sticking it deeper inside her tight asshole. With firm circular strokes he rimmed the tip of her anus. He spent a couple minutes tossing her salad. By the up tempo sway of her hips, and the intense grinding of her clit on his chin, Low realized that she was on the verge of an immense explosion.
“Oh baby, yeah! Yes!” She moaned in pleasure.
Low felt a humming vibration on his dick, sending waves through his entire body. In one quick motion, he eased his tongue out of her asshole, made it stiff, and plunged his tongue into her soaking, wet pussy. The tip of his tongue rubbed against her upper walls, springing her G-spot to life, and setting her entire body on fire. The ecstasy heightened the feeling so much so, she found herself unable to continue to please him anymore.
“Oh God! Yes! Yes!” She screamed.
Her fingers clutched the satin sheets as a heavenly orgasmic wave began building inside her. Her climatic elevation began vaulted to another level. The torturous nature of his tongue-action lifted her body up as if Lucifer possessed her. She rode the fuck out of Low’s face. Nearing an apex, Low quickly plugged her anus with his middle finger, sticking it all the way inside her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Ah-h!” She screamed when a vicious orgasm rocked her entire body.
Holding his head in place, she erupted. Her milky white juices overflowed in and around Low’s mouth.
“O-o-h yes, daddy!”
Her body spasm, and shook in convulsions. When her body finally stopped shaking, she swiftly got off Low’s face. Without missing a beat, she grabbed his rock hard cock. With a straddle hop, she quickly jumped on Low’s dick in a reverse cowgirl.
“Hold on, baby,” she purred devilishly while gyrating her hips.
Stretching her pussy walls, she allowed Low’s massive cock engulfed her insides. Then she felt the tremors of an orgasm coming from the pit of her stomach. The sexy young woman seductively bounced up and down on his rigid pole like she was riding a mechanical bull. Raising his hips to greet her grind, Low plunged his massive tool inside her twat. Then he started thrusting in and out her wetness like his dick was a jackhammer. He fucked her so hard her screams were filled with the blissful mixture of pleasure and pain. She shook her head side to side, and her walls stretched. This sensation was followed by the instant delight of his cock rubbing her G-spot.
“Oh, yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, baby! Cum with me!”
Her body convulsed and she reached her peak, exploding on Low. His entire body stiffened, and semen flooded her tunnel.
“A-a-ah!” Low grunted, collapsing on top of the bed wearing nothing but a presidential smile.
RED
The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes looking hard,
But won’t realize that they’ll never see the P
—Tupac You Can’t See Me
Red was straight zoning. Gunning his sports car south down Highway 85, bumping 2Pac, he raised the big bottle of Barbancourt Haitian Rum to his mouth. He took four thirst-filled gulps of the brown liquid like it was Spring Water. Wiping his mouth, he was careful not to scratch his lips with the one and a half carat diamond encrusted cufflinks on his black, silk Armani shirt. He carefully placed the bottle of rum between his legs, and raised the volume on the Bose sound system to the max. The four eighteen-inch Bose subwoofers blasted heavy, showing him what they were working with.
Speeding toward downtown Atlanta, the car’s six hundred and eighteen horse powered AMG engine was effortlessly traveling at a hundred miles-an-hour. Red reclined comfortably behind the wheel, and the car’s corn silk Italian leather fitted his body like a G4 jet pilot. Rapping along to the lyrics of 2Pac’s, You Can’t See Me blaring through the cars surround-sound speakers, he was in an exhilarated trance.
“See me in flesh
And test…
And get your chest blown
Straight out tha west, don’t get blown
