From The Streets To The Sheets (2008) - Plot & Excerpts
I purred into the phone. Being the sex kitten that I am, I knew I had the dog on the other end of the phone with his tail standing straight up. “Shit, you. You my pleasure, ma,” Papi said with his heavy Cuban accent. It was 12:01 A.M. Even before answering the phone I’d known it was Papi calling. He made sure that he was always the first man to call me upon the dawn of a new day. He loved being my first. “You know I hate sloppy seconds,” he always says. “I’m your pleasure, huh?” I asked. I wanted to hear him say it again. Well, actually, I wanted him to think that I wanted to hear him say it again. “Umm, you, puta. You’re my pleasure, you fuckin’ puta.” “I’m your puta, Papi. I’m your cunt,” I said, sticking my index finger in my mouth and sucking on it. I knew damn well he couldn’t see me, but he could hear my wet tongue slurping on it. The visual alone had his hands yankin’ off on his chilito by now. “What do you want to do to me, Papi? What do you want to do to this cunt of yours?
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