Seconds later he moaned softly, being discreet, my tits jiggling all over the place and beautiful thick juice spurted all over them.

His orgasm seemed endless. He shook and trembled, the silkiness of his pleasurable moans set me on fire with enough flames to suffocate Puff the Magic Dragon and evaporate his sea.

When it was over he leaned over and licked up his nut. He swallowed it, and then tongue kissed me.

I loved the way he kissed. "Freaky Deaky Session is over," I told him.

Then he stood up, zipped up his huge baggy jeans with the huge cowboy glittering belt, fixed his green rag on his head, put on his shirt and he went back out to plane and sat by his wife, totally ignoring me.

Quietly, I sat behind him and played with my pussy, hiding my lower body under my blanket.

Put on my earphones and watched the Nutty Professor, and melted into an orgasm.

I got a text message.

What happened in the bathroom stays in the bathroom.

Erase my number when you read this message.

Bitch, I thought, staring at this creep from behind. I never saved your phone number to begin with.

When the plane was flying over Virginia I got another text message.

Meet me in the trap.

I want some more head.

Smiling to myself, I thought: Freaky Deaky Sessions starts again!

💋💋💋💋💋

Nobody does it on their own, at some
point in time you've gotten support from someone, somewhere. Maybe it doesn't seem like much at the time. So acknowledge and appreciate what you have...

Biiiiiiiiiiiittttttttcccccchhhhhhh!

My boi, Gresham, from the City, brought me some fire kush. Shid, it was so good I was asking my Mama had she seen my childhood, like I was Michael. Doing all kinda shit I wouldn't do if I was drug free.

My baby daddy told me I had glacier pussy, because from a look alone I get wet wet wet asf.

Love is what matters, not just a fuck...

One good fuck deserves another!

When I first met Gresham Jackson it was at my senior prom. I was the baddest bitch there.

My date, Bradley, was the football jock, and every bitch in school hated me. Ever since we cane forward to our friends and told them we were an item.

I gave him so much cooch those hoes ran off mad, angry and hurt that the pulse of their clits fell on deaf ears. He was mine, bitches. And I didn't hound or sweat him. I let him be him, and do him.

I was dancing on the floor with Bradley, my bae, on his way to Georgia Tech to play college football, when some big titty bitch in an ugly black dress that sparkled the hell outta my eyes, walked up to us.

Damn, Star Bright. You over did it with those Family Dollar crystals all over your prom dress.

We ignored her ass, doing the electric slide.

"Excuse me," she said, taking me by the arm and yanked me away from him.

"Hi, big daddy," she cooed, looking over her shoulder at her girls, sipping fake alcohol by the DJ.

"You know you're wrong," Bradley told her.

"You know I'm pregnant," I said.

His mouth fell open the instant I grabbed her long, Beyonce Get Me Bodied ponytail and snatched her cap back. I slapped her in the face as she fell on the floor...

Her girls turned on her in an instant, phony bald head bitches. Those hoes was always popping pussy at their aunties barbeques.

"I don't know her."

"Who is that?"

"Oooh, chiyalllll. You let a bum bitch yank your ass outta your future baby daddy face...?"

She hopped up, getting in my face. A few of the staff were pushing through a sea of partying prom attendees, but before they could get to us, I pushed that lying bitch outta my face.

"He ain't the daddy, bitch," she accused.

"Yes he is, hoe. I was getting that dick on the regular. You ain't treating that stick right, you stuck up bitch!"

I swung and kicked at that cum dump. She ran at me and scratched me down the middle of my face.

Two staff grabbed us and we swung on their asses.

They backed away, alerting security.

"Don't touch me," I yelled at them, getting back in her face.

My bae grabbed me and I swung on his ass, too.

"I got this,"I told him.

Her brother popped up outta nowhere, with his fine, bowlegged ass, and asked what the problem was.

My bae got in his face and spoke.

"Watch how you talk to my bitch, mufuckah. I ain't on that dick boi shit, pussy ass nigga."

"Damn, punk, slow ya roll. I ride or die for my sister, nigga."