Hood Date

"Geez, you look like you should be walking the streets," Aaron said to his sister. Katie adjusted her skirt, the hem just past her ass.

"I got a date," she said simply.

"Where at?" Aaron asked teasingly.

"The streets," Katie replied, giggling. Aaron rolled his eyes.

***

It wasn't far from the truth. He lived in the hood, a particularly squalid portion. He smelt like weed, which makes sense because he dealt it. And she knew he was a weed dealer because ... well, he was her weed dealer.

His name was Delroy, and he was a high school dropout who fit all the stereotypes. But he had weed, and he had cock, and those were the only two things a stressed out Katie required.

"Damn, get your shit deeper on my cock, bitch," Delroy complained, as Katie wasn't deepthroating him. She chuckled, aligning herself better, and taking it down, all the way to the base. He grunted appreciatively.

After he was finally done getting sucked off, they settled in for their 'date': Katie King getting plowed by a thug, smoking a joint, all of her stresses going a million miles away for an evening as that big cock plowed her silky pink cunt.