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Last Nights Action I woke up today and my joint was sore and my testicles ached a bit. I could feel the sting on my arms, back, and neck; from the small incisions left by nails breaking skin. A crime scene investigator wouldve left the scene with a hard on, after viewing the body of evidence. Yeah it was a crazy scene. I ran into a live one last night. To be blunt and remain discreet Ill just call her Crystal. Sexy little thing she was. She stood about 5ft. even, had she been a few inches shorter; I wouldve tried to live out my midget fantasy. Anyway, she had dark caramel flesh. Her shirt with the extra low cut neckline directed me right to her breast I guessed C cups. The scripted ink on the right side of her neck wasnt clear to me probably a name. The shorts she wore covered the space between her crotch and her exposed belly button. Shorts for real. Her legs and thighs were thick and healthy; she wore no socks in her Nike Cross Training shoe. Her ass was just right for her size, not that type of ass that attracts you because its big but because its nice. She had what I call a bubble. Oh my bad I forgot to tell you where I met shorty. I spotted her standing on line at the window of the Bp. Thats a gas station, the only spot to get Dutches at 1:17 in the a.m. Crazy right? Not really if you in the south like I am, probably explains lil mamas gear too. Yeah shit like that is tradition coochie cutter shorts, booty shakin, in the cut houses where you can go drink smoke and enjoy live entertainment from females. As I was saying I pulled up at the Bp to get Dutches. As I stood on line I got bored of just looking at shorty ass, so I said something crazy to her , like did she know she was perfect porn star height; or some crazy shit like that and she bit. Small talk led to bigger talk and my whip. Where instead of worrying about where Im going to take her she start touching shit, going through my cds wanting to change shit; asking me dumb shit like can she drive. I knew she wasnt a keeper when I first spotted her anyway so I just took a shorter route to the spot. Not my spot the spot. The spot is where my niggas and me kick it. Its the type of spot where anything can be going on at any time so you might wanna call before you come. Yeah right if I got a jump off Im a let it jump off ya heard. When we got there no one was there. The spot aint crazy like that little two-bedroom apartment, living room bathroom , and kitchen. Nothing fancy we keep a few pieces of old furniture in the living room but its mostly an open space of blue carpet, a wooden entertainment stand with a 27-inch colored T.V. and DVD player. The two bedrooms have nothing but beds in them Oh and blinds on the windows. Hooked up to the DVD player and T.V. sitting in the middle of the living room floor on the tripod was the digital recording camera. Just like I knew she began making inquiries. So I began to make suggestions. A few suggestions later, I told her to turn and look at herself on the T.V. screen. Her bubble was the exact imprint Id seen in the shorts when she had them on. I admit I was impressed. I told Crystal to bend over and show the camera how happy she was. She spread her legs wide apart and bent placing both her hands on the carpet without bending her knees. I knew this bitch was a stripper. She maintained her balance even after she took her right hand and let her fingers toy around in her pussy. She looked between her legs at the camera and winked at the lens. Thats the fuck it. I gotta admit, I LIKES HER. Not that her and I could ever be us type like, but like I like her style. It pleases me to see others enjoy themselves and clearly she was. enjoying herself. By this time I had gotten my camera and was laying on the floor taking pictures of Crystal as she danced around in front of the digital recording camera. She approached me and pulled my Jordans off. She tugged at my jeans and told me to take them off. I hadnt stopped snapping pictures of her. I told her to take them off herself. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my zipper. Crystal pulled my jeans and boxers with one forceful tug. She made her way back to my mid section and grabbed my blood filled organ. Nice. She said, as she massaged the head between her thumb and index. She gave me a few good full strokes and then without warning she took me into her mouth. The heat and moisture of her mouth made me express a low whistle.