Yes, I do and you can’t tell me that you are not the least bit curious.” I massaged what I wanted right out of his sweat pants. To my enjoyment, it immediately stood at attention. I ran my tongue hungrily over the tip, tasting that sweet, dark chocolate, and when some liquid oozed out, I knew I was in control.
“Yo, you know this is going to cost you, right? And way more than some fuckin’ motorcycle. By the way, wifey sent that shit to the junkyard.”
“Anything you want. Just name it.” My tongue was already exploring all nine and some inches. I was loving every lick.
He kept looking at the monitors. “Yo.” He grabbed my head. “Get up.” As I looked up into the slits of his eyes, I then took him to the back