Product Of The Street: Union City Book 1

by E. Bowser

“Sit on my face until you scream Platinum.”

I want you to strip and sit on my face until you scream Platinum.”

I don’t want you to use Platinum. I want you to scream, Hendrix. Scream it, moan it, and cry it. Can you do that for me, Thickness?”

“You still ran out of there like that nigga stole your virginity and turned that ass out. You were scared, scared. It was written across your face! That dick had you so gone you needed distance,”

“Come and sit on my face until you scream Platinum. Doctor’s orders,” I whispered.

I eat breakfast every morning at the table on which I ate that sweet pussy.

“Forgot? Naw nigga, surprise!”

“Keep staring, and I’ll bend your thick ass over this desk and have you screaming Hendrix again,” he promised.

“Naw, Sweetness, you will need that licka license if you want to finish that ride.