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left onto Raritan Avenue. “I need you to pick me up in Linden, then drop me off home.”
    â€œJust tell me when and where, and I’m there.” I tell her whereto pick me up, and what time to be there, then hang up. Fifteen minutes later, I finish smokin’ the rest of my blunt, turnin’ up into Tamera’s apartment complex. I make sure I don’t leave anything in her shit before puttin’ her keys in the glove compartment. I get out, lockin’ the fuckin’ doors.
That’s for talkin’ shit, bitch,
I think, slammin’ the door shut. I walk to the corner, and ten minutes later, Akina whips around the block in her forest-green 2007 745i, lookin’ fly as hell in her fresh Versace shades.
    She unlocks the doors, and I slide in. “What’s the deal, baby girl?” I ask, closin’ the door, then leanin’ over and givin’ her some tongue action. “You ready to fuck?”
    â€œAll damn day,” she says, runnin’ her hand along my thigh, then grabbin’ at my dick.
    â€œThen let’s roll,” I say, flippin’ open my cell, and callin’ Tamera’s ass back. When she picks up, I say, “Aye, yo, I parked ya shit.”
    â€œWhere, motherfucker?”
    â€œIn ya muthafuckin’ parkin’ lot.”
    â€œWell, where are my goddamn keys, nigga?”
    â€œI put ’em in ya glove compartment.”
    â€œNigga, 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?”
    â€œI 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?”
    â€œYeah, 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.”
    â€œAnd 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.”
    â€œYeah, whatever.” I laugh, strokin’ my dick. “Yo, you had breakfast, yet?”
    She shakes her head. “Nope. Why, you wanna stop and get something?’
    â€œNah, 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’.
    â€œAye, yo, why you stop?”
    She twists her lips up and says, “It smells like pussy around your balls.”
    â€œYeah, okay, and?”
    â€œWere