Free Durty South Grind by L. E. Newell Page A

brow and told the caller that he’d get back with him later, gave Sparkle a half-hearted smile and slapped him on the back before heading toward the back. When he crossed the doorsill, he turned back to him. Sparkle nodded toward the honeys huddled together, chattering amongst themselves. JJ mouthed which one and Sparkle indicated the one in the white jeans.
    JJ nodded and called out to her, “Yo, Joyce, you or Violet want to holla at me?”
    Violet took a last toke off her shooter, swiveled on the bed and eyed the two of them. Sparkle hadn’t noticed how old she was until then, but it was all good because he preferred older broads anyway.
    She was dressed to the tens in a brown calf-length silk cowgirl skirt with a matching blouse and expensive suede boots. He wondered why a jazzy broad like her was hanging with a crew of geeked-out high chasers. His eyes brightened when she stood up like a gracious queen and strode over to them.
    She cleared her throat, smiled demurely at him and spoke to JJ. “How you been, playa? We’ve been zooming all day. Wish you would’ve brought this good shit over a lot earlier before we’d spent all our ends.” She cleared her throat again and licked her lips. “Anyhow we down to around eighty-five dollars, so what can you do for a sister?”
    JJ covered his mouth and ran his hand up and down his shirt.He studied her for a while before he nodded toward the hallway. She brushed a scented shoulder against Sparkle’s chest as she passed. He tilted his head at her passing figure. For the benefit of those watching for his reaction, he held back a smile as he admired the sway of her hips. He felt as if she was putting a little extra harumph into the way she was swinging that thing just for him.
    â€œHey, stud, what’s up?”
    He stopped tracing Violet’s ass and slowly veered his attention to the sound of the voice. He wasn’t really surprised when he looked down at the creamy titties pressing into his chest. Damn sexy-ass Dee; she wasn’t about to get any objections from him, no way. Nor was he about to turn away when she started wiggling her finger for him to follow her into the bathroom.
    The sight of those sexy hips caused a surge through his groin before she reached back for his hand. He’d barely crossed the doorsill when she said in a husky voice, “Close the door, playa. Gotta keep these muthas outta my biz, you know.” She turned away to let him get a real good look at that fat ass of hers while she fidgeted with a few rocks she had in the cabinet.
    He forced his eyes away and closed the door, turned around and ran smack dab into her pouty lips. She gave him a shotgun so close that he could feel the heat coming from her lips without her even touching his. He opened his mouth enough to let the smoke in as her hypnotizing eyes got closer and closer.
    He nearly gasped when her snake-like tongue slid into his mouth. He did gasp when she cupped his neck and started swirling her tongue around his. There was an unmistakable, lust-filled passion in her eyes when he got a firm grip on her waist and pulled her to him. She moaned with delight and floated into his body.
    He felt the drool oozing from his dick as it gushed down histhigh, slippery and godayum erotic. She spread her thighs, closed her crotch around his throbbing dick and moaned even louder.
    Her warm breath caressed his cheek and ear, sending tingling shocks down his spine. The heat from her crotch was unbearably hot, as she hunched slowly up and down his dick. His nose flared fire as he felt her pussy lips clutching around his swollen head.
    His head started spinning.
Aw godayum, I can feel this bitch’s pussy getting wetter through my pants, whaddafuckgodayum.
They reached down and cuffed each other’s ass at the same time and she started moaning sweetly as her tongue picked up speed in his mouth. She started dry-fucking him.
    When she gasped and froze her