Page 59 of Not A Homie, Lover Or Friend
Closer.
“What big,” she paused as a sinister smile appeared on her face. “Dick, you have.”
I winked. “Better to fuck you with. Oe lau aulelei oe,” I told her.
Closer.
My crawl to her was animal-like. I could tell it turned her on. Her mouth opened slightly as her tongue slid across her lips slowly. “What are you saying?” She asked.
I didn’t respond. When I reached her feet, I let my lips travel gently up her leg until I reached her center. As I kneeled before her, my eyes traveled up slowly. “I said you're beautiful,” I told her as my hand slowly lifted her skirt.
Her chocolate pussy stared at me again. This time, I was ready to challenge it. I lifted one of her legs over my shoulders and allowed my tongue to tap at her clit. “Ooo,” I heard her moan.
My tongue scooped at her clit before I took it in my mouth and sucked on it passionately. My mask pressed against her pussy as me and her clit got acquainted. “Mmm, you taste,” I paused and let a devious growl.“Good girl!”
I gripped her ass, bringing her pussy closer. My tongue found its way inside of her. Sukalati’s legs shook as she snatched at my hair.“Fu- aahh!”she screamed.
The way my mouth fucked on her pussy, I knew she wouldn’t last long. I stood to see her looking flushed. “You haven’t been bed rocked yet. Bend the fuck over,” I instructed her.
“But—”
I said nothing just pointed toward the bed. Hesitantly, she bent over, and I flung that skirt above her ass. I grabbed the paddle off the bed, glanced at it before I flipped it in my hand, “Who’s the big bad Fua?” I asked.
“Huh?”
Smack!
“Who’s the big bag muhfuckin Fua?” I repeated.
She was taking too long.
Smack!
Her body bucked first, and her ass bounced back last. It was a fucking sight to see. “Shit, Fua, you aregoddamnit!”
Smack!
“Who am I?”
Smack!
She stood straight up. “What the hell, nigga!”
I smiled. “Wrong answer, Sukalati. I’ll kiss it when I’m done, but right now you’re going to take these swats. Bend your ass over,” I gritted.
She bent over again, and I flung that fucking skirt above her ass. “Who am I?”
Smack!
“Mm, not my homie.”
Smack!
“Not my lover,” she whined.
I smiled because she liked this shit.
Smack!
