God this man is fine. He's 6'4'', chocolate, and slightly bow-legged. His ass looks tight in those blue slacks too. I just wanna lick him from head to toe. I really should just pay for my gas and get my ass back home but instead I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper and stepped out of the car. My boyfriend is going to KILL me! I walked up to him and asked him if he drinks Coke. He turned around flashed a bitch a Colgate smile. Straight and white and his lips look like they were made for my -ahem- yeah. He laughed and shook his head no. I smiled, pushed my number in his empty hand and struted away. An hour later my phone was ringing. He asks if it's okay if he doesn't tell me his name. I allow it, only because I wanted to work him over with no strings,staples,or nails attached. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking but I gave him my address, told him to meet me in 15 minutes and hung up on him. I halfway thought he'd be on some bullshit. HA! Yeah right. 14 minutes later he was at my door. I answered it naked. It was ON! That nigga fucked me six ways from Sunday and licked,sucked and kissed every single crevice of my body. "Ma'am if you're finished pumping your gas I'm going to have to ask you to move your car."
All the good shit is always a fucking dream!
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