“I put ’em in ya glove compartment.”

“Nigga, are you serious? Why the fuck would you leave my motherfuckin’ keys in the car, with my doors unlocked so mother-fuckers can be all up in my shit?”

“I locked the doors, ya dumb-ass,” I snap, shuttin’ the power off, then flippin’ my phone shut. “Stupid bitch.”

Akina glances over at me. “You aiight, baby?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I answer, adjustin’ my seat, then reclinin’ it all the way back. “But, I’ll be even better”—I unzip my pants, then fish out my Johnson—“when you get on this dick.”

She grins, reachin’ over and grabbin’ it. She licks her lips. “Oooh, damn, daddy, it feels good in my hand.”

“And it’s gonna feel even better in ya mouth.”

She laughs, puttin’ her hand back on the steerin’ wheel. “You so conceited and nasty, it’s a damn shame.”

“Yeah, whatever.” I laugh, strokin’ my dick. “Yo, you had breakfast, yet?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. Why, you wanna stop and get something?’

“Nah, I wanna bust this nut real quick. Pull over somewhere and let me feed you ya mornin’ shake.”

A cat like me loves gettin’ his top spun in public. It’s just sumthin’ ’bout fuckin’ and gettin’ brain when you know you might get busted. And this fine-ass broad bein’ the good little freak she is does what the fuck she’s asked, pullin’ into Aviation Plaza. She parks, shuts off the engine, leavin’ the radio on. Then she leans over and takes my chocolate pole in her tiny soft hands, unlatchin’ her jaws, then mountin’ her hot mouth over the head of my dick, glidin’ her pierced tongue all over it, slowly swallowin’ it in inch-by-inch. When she gets half of it in, she starts to gag, but stops, steadies her breathin’, then takes in more. I reach over and palm her ass, then slap it. It bounces and shakes. “Yeah, daddy gonna tear this ass up. You want daddy to beat this ass up?”

She moans, slurpin’ and gulpin’ down this pipe, cuppin’ my balls. She pulls seven inches of my dick outta her throat, then starts jerkin’ it off while suckin’ my balls. Her nose is all up in my pubic hairs. She sniffs, sniffs again, then yanks her head up, frownin’.