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I shrug. “What that got to do with me and you, ma? Like I said, you sexy as fuck. I wanna have a few more drinks wit’ you and feel ya pussy wrapped around my fingers while we sit here ‘n’ chill at the bar. You wit’ it?” I take her hand and place it on the bulge in my jeans. “You feel that shit, yo?” She licks her lips, glancing around the club. “Yo, I tell you what. I’ma go wash my hands real quick. While I’m gone, I want you to peel them panties off for me.”
She blinks. “And do what with them?”
I grin, stroking along the edges of her jaw. I lean back into her ear. “I’ma lick them shits, yo.”
She laughs. “You crazy as hell.”
“Nah, ma, I’m dead ass. If you aint wit’ it, then I guess you’ll be gone when I get back.”
She tilts her head, smirking. One hand on her hip. “And if I’m still sitting here?”
“Yo, don’t play, ma. You already know what it is. If ya sexy ass is still here when I get back, then you need to be peelin’ them drawers off.”
“Damn, niggah, you some kinda nasty.” She glances around the bar to see if anyone is listening to us, then glances at her reflection in the mirror over the bar before bringing her attention back to me. I’m still staring at her when she looks me in the eyes. “Make sure you wash them hands good.”
I smirk. “Oh, my hands will be clean. You make sure you have them panties off.” I gulp back the rest of my beer and plop the empty bottle down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I flag the bartender and order us another round of drinks. Leaning in, I tell her, “Real shit, ma. I wanna feel ya pussy. Then take you outside and pipe you out.”
Eyebrow raised, she gives me an amused look over the rim of her glass. She takes a slow, deliberate sip as if she’s tryna decide if she wants to indulge me, or turn up the ’tude and get it crunked for coming at her like this. She narrows her eyes, but doesn’t start neck-rolling it like she’s ready to crank up the ’tude so I already know what it is. She’s a freaky bitch wit’ it. I lick my lips. I can already see her dress hiked up over her hips, me in back of her watching my shiny, wet dick from her gooey cunt slide in and outta her. Her ass up, back arched, face pressed down into the leather seat, taking this dick like a pro.
Instinctively, I grab my dick. “Hope you’re still here when I get back.” I walk off in the direction of the men’s room, feeling her eyes on me as I zigzag my way through the crowd. The club’s mad packed. I have to practically elbow niggahs outta the way just to get to the fucking bathroom.
When I return to the bar, Milk Chocolate’s still perched up at the bar. She’s talking to some tall, lanky dark-skinned muhfucka wit’ blonde locks. He dips off wit’ a drink in his hand as I approach the bar. He gives me a head nod and keeps it moving.
I grin. “I see you still here.”
“Of course I am. I’ma real bitch. I don’t buckle, baby.”
“That’s wasssup. You got them panties off for me?”
She smirks. “Order me another drink and find out for yourself. You want ’em off, you take ’em off.”
“Oh word? Don’t think I won’t peel them drawers off, ma.”
“Then do it, niggah.” I flag the bartender over and order her, like her fifth or sixth drink. Yeah, the bitch is tanked up. Her eyes are glassy. And I can tell she’s feeling real right. I step in back of her, pressing myself up against her back. I slip my hand in the slit of her dress.
“You crazy as hell. You know that, right?” She says this over her shoulder, before glancing around the bar, then the club to see who’s watching. “What if someone sees you?”
“Then let ’em watch. We’ll give ’em a real live show.” I inch my hand up her smooth thigh. “Open ya legs for me, ma. I see you ain’t take them drawers off like I asked. But it’s all good. I’ma slide my fingers in anyway.”
“Ohmygod,” she says, reaching for her drink the moment the bartender sets it in front of her. She tosses half of it back. Damn, this bitch gotta long throat, I think, inching my hand further up her thigh. Fuckin’ lush! Yeah, I’ma get some’a this pussy tonight. “I can’t believe I’m actually letting you do this. Right here.”
“Why? I know you a freak, baby. Live on the edge a lil. Let ya freak flag fly.” I press my hips into her back. My clit is pulsing through my cock. It’s throbbing and I’m ready to nut, real shit, yo. I rub my dick over my jeans a few times, stroking it so that it pushes into my clit. My dick feels extra hard, even though I know it’s all in my head. But the shit feels like it’s coming to life.
“You gonna let me get up in this sweet, pink pussy, huh, ma?”
She smirks. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, a’ight, ma. Front if you want. I already know what it is.”
“Oh yeah? And what is that?”
I lightly rub her inner thigh. “You want me to shove this fat dick into your pussy, and pound that shit real good for you, don’t you?” I rub the front of her panties. I feel for her clit and massage it. “You gonna let me pound that pussy, ma?”
Her lips part, a breath escapes her, but she doesn’t speak for a few seconds. She blinks, slowly having second thoughts about what’s about to pop off. “Maybe…mmmm…we shouldn’t. Not here.”
“Yes, here. We good, ma. Relax. Let these muhfuckas do them while I do you.” My lips are pressed up to her ear. “I’m spread ya slit wit’ my thumbs, then run the tip of my long wet tongue from ya clit to ya crack, then skim ya slit wit’ it before circlin’ my tongue around your pussy. Then I’ma push it deep in you. You want that?”
She responds with a grunt.
