About 30 minutes before Melissa called out of work, Naygee was on the airplane, twenty thousand feet above Florida. Looking out of the window, he enjoyed the view.

The homes looked like Legos cities from afar. Rivers and small little lakes crossed through the land like alleys behind buildings. Breathing a sigh of relief, he thought about calling his wife.

But he quickly decided against it because he told her he wanted a divorce when she wouldn't go down on him.

It wasn't that he upped and left her. No. He wasn't that cold hearted. He loved her more than the law allowed. He bought her what she wanted, gave her what she needed, fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked, gave her his paychecks when he got paid and played her Bible Boy in church.

But he's been asking her to give him some head and be his dirty slut in the
sheets for a year, but she kept throwing the Bible at him.

It pushed him away, considering he was an atheist. She never met his needs, never did the things he wanted and when her parents came over they
treated him like a Hebrew Slave.

Enough was enough he figured, so he told her he was leaving, packed a few
bags and left her a broken mess as the door closed behind him.

Smiling, he closed the blind and leaned back on the seat. Melissa. I'ma beat that pussy out the frame.

I can't wait to see you, with your freaky ass. I want you to tit fuck this dick again.

Damn, girl. You're the shit.

He was extremely tired. He couldn't get Melissa Jackson off his mind. She was the freakiest bitch he'd ever seen.

She turned him out without him telling her. Couldn't blow her head up. With a bitch like Melissa, who needed new pussy when she had that good shit?

Pulling the thick comforter over his lap, he dry jacked his dick, carefully looking around, making sure no one watched.

He came in a matter of minutes.