#11 SOMETHING FREAKY

By J.J. Colagrande


Teflon is 100% man. Mmmm. That nigga set me hella straight. As soon as he got us a pimp suite at the Hard Rock and I seen them front desk people jocking him I already told myself, girl, you better fuck this man. We were only up in the room for a few minutes till I gave him the look. Some other dummy might not have picked up the vibe, but it didn’t take this kid long. I licked my bottom lip, tilted my head, and made a comment about how hot the room felt. Then I giggled and walked over to the tan drapes. I opened the window to check the view. You could see the Chicago River, that’s how dope the room looked. I told Teflon to come check out the view. Before I even had time to thank him for bailing me out of jail his strong arms were around my belly as he looked out the window. He said something about the view looking better from his vantage point. Actually he whispered it into my ears and his hot breathe made me tingle and jerk back into him. But he didn’t flinch, in fact I could already feel a bulge on my lower back, cause he’s taller than me. I wanted that dick like on the double. It’s been awhile and even longer since I’ve fucked with a big dick brother and I knew that’s what I had in front me. You know how them basketball players roll. So I stepped onto my tippie toes and rubbed up against his bulge. He took that as a cue to start kissing my neck. Boy, I love when my neck gets kissed; I get goosebumps and chills go down my back. I moaned just enough to make that bulge in his pockets get even harder. Then I turned around and met his lips. That boy can soul kiss like crazy. Pretty soon we found the bed and undressed. It didn’t take me long cause I don’t wear a bra. I only had on a t-shirt and skirt. He tenderly went to work on me, but there wasn’t much playing around. Only a little. He made sure I was wet enough to take him, but it don’t take me long to get wet. That’s one thing about me, my well ain’t dry; there’s a reservoir of nectar and for this guy the pump flowed. I helped put on the condom; I swear this kid barely fit into the Magnum XL–he was huge, like his dick probably went from the tip of my middle finger to that dark shameful scar branded on my wrist. But Teflon took good care of me. He opened me slowly, with soft furtive eyes. He only gave me half of what he had and it felt good, but not good enough.

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