Then I got a nice surprise. I sucked this Juelz Santana-looking Niggah off in the small bathroom on the plane. His name was Naygee.

He was sitting in front of me.

He gave me the eye from the Miami International Airport, to the plane.

When we got 40,000 feet in the air I started really eyeing him.

I loved what I saw. I loved men. Men
were my weakness.

When we were flying over Georgia, he turned and asked me could he use my phone because his phone died and his sister, who was knocked out sleep next to him, wouldn’t come off hers.

I said sure.

He called his phone from my phone; I didn’t know it until I got a text message from a number I had never seen before.

I read it.

Meet me in the trap.
It’s going down.
The Niggah in front of you.

I smiled. Homeboy was 6 feet tall and just handsome.

I went to the bathroom first. The plane wasn’t full and almost everyone was sleeping. It was after 11 PM that night.

When I got there I waited, debating. I didn’t know him but my pussy wanted to get to know him. Seconds later the door opened and he came inside, not smiling, closed and locked the door, unzipped his pants, pulled out that huge Spanish dick, and went up in my mouth.

I loved his scent, his taste. I ran my hands through his pubic hairs, sucking on them, then putting his dick back in my mouth.

“Help me get that nut, Ma. Swallow my shit, bitch.”

He fucked my mouth real good.

“That’s my wife out there, not my sister,” he said, watching me play around with his dick, his nuts swinging back and forth.

He looked so good.

I was so gone.

“Play with that pussy, leave your panties on, just rub that pussy and let me smell it tramping in the air.”

I did what he said. After all, this was his Freaky Deaky Show.

The bathroom was small and compact, but I was so flexible I got on my knees, crawled all the way up to him and deep throated his dick, smelling my pussy mixed with his nuts and dick and cologne in the air, which brought the freak out of me.

I was holding my breath half of the time so the length and thickness of his penis wouldn’t make me gag or wanna vomit.

He then sat on the toilet and pumped my wetness until he came down my throat. He was lost in my rhythm.

He looked at me like he loved me.

Real Thug here. Spanish Fly. With some black in his blood stream. His Nextel phone rang.

Playing the “Getting Some Head” ring tone.

How fittingly coy.

I put his dick back in my mouth, surprised it stayed hard. Most men dicks went limp, but his stayed rock hard.

He had a pretty penis. Oh, yes he did!

He answered the phone.