See, had this been a mark, I mighta blew an extra hole in his skull for misleadin’ a bitch. I take another pull off the blunt, hold it in my lungs, then blow circles into the air. He pulls my pussy open, dips his tongue, then darts it in and out. In and out. “Oh, shit…Mmmph…” I reach for him, pull him up. “Get on ya back, so I can ride ya face.”

He grins, shiftin’ his body. “You wanna get it in sixty-nine. That’s wassup, ma.”

“Nigga,” I snap, pushin’ him down on his back, “ain’t nobody say shit ’bout sixty-ninin’. I’m tryna grind down on ya face. A bitch’s tryna nut on ya tongue, then suck my cream off’a it while you pumpin’ ya fat-ass cock in ’n outta me.”

“Do you, baby,” he says, layin’ back on a king-sized pillow. I take the last three pulls off the blunt, place it in the ashtray on the nightstand, then grab the headboard, straddlin’ his face, then droppin’ down on his mouth. He slurps, licks and darts his tongue all around my pussy lips, then in ’n outta my slit. As I’m grindin’ on his face, puffin’ on my blunt, I’m all of a sudden not beat for the nigga. Yeah, I’m moanin’, but his tongue work is only givin’ me mini-orgasms. I switch up my position, thinkin’ if I have my back to him and I stroke his dick that maybe I can get off lovely. I don’t. It’s not ’til I close my eyes and focus on that bitch’s bloody face that my nut swells and gushes out all over his grill. “Aaaaaah…uhhhh…yessssssssss…” He gags, almost chokin’ on the bucket of cream I dump into his mouth.

“Daaaaaaamn, girl,” he says, catchin’ his breath, wipin’ his chin ’n lickin’ his lips. “You got that sweet, creamy cum. And it gushes. I been with a buncha chicks but none of ’em ever shot a nut all over my face like this.” He licks his lips—again, then sucks his fingas. “Damn, you got that goodie-goodie. You can fuck ’round and have’a muhfucka slippin’.”