Adult Blogger: NAUGHTY NATI slid the pads of her soft fingers lightly over the spongy head, her middle finger incidentally gathering a smear of pre-cum that leaked from the tip. When her fingers cleared the ridge of his cockhead, she dragged her bright red nails lightly up its length.
At her touch, the kid's cock twitched and elongated and thickened. He could feel the heat of it along his thigh, through the denim. He thoroughly enjoyed this woman, this arrogant little bitch from one of those wealthy suburbs south of the blighted neighborhoods of North Chicago. Her body was his playground.
"What do you want?" he asked her, his voice barely above a whisper.
"This," she said, matching his tone, her shiny nails scraping back down the overheated shaft.
"Why?"
Donna's heart pounded against her chest. "Because," she began, swallowing hard. "Because I love . . . I love cock."
The young man pointed in the direction of an upcoming street and Donna flashed her indicator for a right turn.
"Why's that?" he continued.
Donna glanced at him from the corner of her eye as she made the right turn. "Because I'm . . . a . . . because I'm a whore?"
"You askin', or you tellin'?"
"Telling. I'm telling you . . . I'm telling you I'm a whore," she confessed (not for the first time), her cool fingers wedging themselves beneath the heated flesh of his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the girth of him, fingertips not able to touch, and tugged gently at the hardening rod.
"Not just any whore, either, huh? Tell me, what kind of whore are you?"
