"Don't ask my neighbors
Don't ask the friends I hang around
Don't be afraid to come to me
Don't ask my neighbors, come to me
Don't be afraid of what ya see
You'll find I love you, come to me
Don't be afraid"
Gary Taylor – "Don't Ask My Neighbors"
Sabine was terrified.
Too scared to call her parents, and too scared to call Yolanda or Asia because they would call her parents, she sat next to Belmira in the holding cell trying to figure out who to call. Her Oceanside crew drove to L.A. to go clubbing. Tadpole and his clique would most likely be strung out on acid trips in OB, and not worth the risk of having them attempt to drive forty-five minutes up the coast to Oceanside.
Belmira couldn't call anyone being an international visitor. They both were desperate to keep this disaster quiet. The only person she could call was Erik, but he had his children with him, and it was eleven at night and they were sleeping. How could she ask the man going through his own problems for help? It would mean he would either wake his children and bring them to another city to make their bail or scramble to find someone to watch them and risk Calista finding out. She didn't want to ruin his life with child abandonment accusations in their contested divorce proceedings.
There was only one person she knew who could help, but she didn't know if he would.
Colin.
The cops had her personal belongings and she had to either call a lawyer or family. She was thankful that she memorized numbers and Colin had an easy one to remember.
When she was allowed phone usage, she dialed his number with nervous fingers. She was shocked when he picked up on the second ring.
"Colin?"
Her eyes filled with tears so grateful that he answered.
"Sugar? What's up?"
"Were you asleep?"
"No, I'm a night owl. I was up looking over some work stuff…what's going on?"
"I need your help. Me and my friend Belmira were arrested for assault and we're at the Oceanside police department on Mission Ave. I hate to bother you this late, but we need bail, and I don't want to call my parents…"
Tears flowed fast then, and she wiped her eyes feeling shame course through her entire body. Her heart felt so heavy.
"If no one gets us within twenty-four to forty-eight hours they may transfer us to the Chula Vista South Bay Detention Facility—"
"Okay. Calm down Sugar. I'll come get you guys. Don't worry. Give me your friend's name again."
"Belmira. Sousa. B-E-L-M-I-R-A. S-O-U—"
"The surfer who placed up there, right?"
"Yeah."
"Let the authorities know I'm on my way—"
"I'm sorry I had to call you. Please don't tell Erik or Bruce—"
"Sugar, relax. I'm coming up there."
"Thank you."
"Sit tight."
Sabine hung up and felt her tears slow down. The confidence in Colin's voice made her feel secure. She'd had serious run-ins with cops before partying, being in sketchy places, and protesting police brutality. She'd talked mad shit to them too, but she had never been arrested and taken to jail. Ever.
She stressed over Belmira losing her sponsorship, and her own reputation in the surf world. All because Stephanie and Crampton accused them of instigating the entire altercation at the bar. Stephanie claimed that Belmira and Sabine conspired to jump her and did so as she was trying to get a drink at the bar.
She sat down next to Belmira and held her hand when she was brought back to the holding cell.
"Colin is coming to get us."
Belimira wiped the tears from Sabine's eyes.
"You are the bravest person I know and yet you cry so easily," Belmira said.
They had been photographed and fingerprinted during the booking and now they sat in a holding cell filled with two other women who were drunk, asleep, and slumped over the bench they sat on across from Sabine and Belmira.
Sabine gave a deep exhale and placed her hand over her heart. She'd pay Colin back the moment they left the jail. She hoped their court appearance didn't interfere with their surf schedules. Sabine could limp by without surfing for a couple of months, but Belmira had the most to lose with her sponsorship. Their careers were hanging in the balance. All because a white man and his Asian girlfriend lied on them.
"They had it out for us from the moment we ran into them," Sabine said.
"Crampton is that guy…a bully for no reason. He thinks he's the shit because he placed in a few major competitions. And Stephanie…that bitch is just…I hate her guts. She follows behind Crampton like he's the second coming. I know you joke about women being Karens over here, but Stephanie is the Chinese American version. Women don't like her being around."
"I wish you hadn't confronted her about our heat."
"Sorry. I couldn't let it go. Both of those calls were bullshit to me and a lot of people. But that's what happens when you come from a popular surfing family."
Belmira held Sabine's hand.
It was nearly two in the morning by the time Colin arrived.
The moment Sabine was able to walk free from custody, she ran up to Colin and threw her arms around him and cried.
"It's okay, Sugar. I got you."
Colin wasn't alone. A crisp and serious forty-ish looking white man with a perfect part on the left side of his lined up brunette tresses walked inside the jail.
"Who is that?"
"Your lawyer. Dax Milner. He's representing both of you. Don't worry about a court appearance. That man is a killer. He'll do his best to keep this shit quiet."
Sabine and Belmira gave heavy sighs of relief.
Sabine's cell phone vibrated. She pulled it out. It was Tadpole.
"Yo, man," she said.
Sabine followed Colin to his Mercedes and hopped in the backseat with Belmira waiting for their lawyer to return.
"You and Bel are over the net right now. The chatrooms are insane…Sug, your mugshots are out here! What the fuck happened up there?"
"What?"
Colin stared at her from the front driver's seat. She clutched Belmira's arm.
"That chick Stephanie did a Livestream telling people what you did to her…"
"Fuck! I'll call you back."
Sabine's chest hurt again. Her family would find out what happened. Erik's reputation was trash now. Advocating for a jailbird.
Papi and Mommy would be crushed. She felt tears welling up again. She used her phone to go online. Swiftly swiping letters, she found the mugshots. That fucking fast.
She showed Colin. Belmira's hand went over her mouth.
"This isn't right!" Belmira lamented.
Dax walked back to the car and got in the front passenger seat.
"Their mugshots are out," Colin said showing Dax Sabine's phone.
Dax's handsome yet no-nonsense face stared at the photos. He looked back at Sabine and Belmira.
"If it's any consolation, which I'm sure isn't helpful with how you two are feeling right now, these are some great pictures."
Colin smiled.
"He's right. Hate to say it, but you look good in these mugshots. Pissed and ready to throw hands again."
Colin reached over the driver's seat and rubbed Sabine's arm.
"It'll be alright. You've got the pitbull working for you guys."
Dax handed Sabine her phone back and he was immediately on his own phone. Lawyers this pricey working in the middle of the early morning was some serious rich people shit.
"You two hungry?" Colin asked.
"My stomach is in knots," Belmira said.
"You should eat."
"I just want to go home," Sabine whispered wrapping her arms around her own waist.
Colin's eyes wouldn't let her go.
"Sugar, I promise. I got you."
The tone of his voice sounded…it sounded like Erik's after she rested her head on his chest naked and sated.
Her eyes flicked away from his. The shock of the night was heavy on her.
"I'm at the Double Tree Inn," Belmira said.
Oh yeah. They were still in Oceanside. She couldn't go home. Not now. She was scared to.
Colin drove them to their hotel and both men walked them to their room. Belmira flopped on top of her bed and Sabine sat on the edge of hers. Dax and Colin sat on the two side chairs near the hotel window.
"You sure you don't want anything to eat?" Colin asked.
"No."
Dax handed Sabine two of his business calls.
"What happens next?" Belmira asked, her eyes red from stress.
Colin stood up.
"Get some sleep. We're on it. Dax, I'll get us some rooms—"
"You're staying here?" Sabine asked.
"Yeah. We're getting this shit dropped."
Dax followed Colin out of the room. Sabine jumped off the bed and ran after him.
"Colin."
He turned around.
"I can't thank you enough. Erik's going to pissed."
"Dax has gotten Killmonger and me out of situations worse than this. He won't trip."
"You sure?"
Colin looked like he was about to say something, but then he glanced over at Dax. Turning back to her, his eyes were calm and kind.
"You and Belmira just rest today. Eat some food…listen to me…eat some food in a few hours and stay in the hotel. Stay off social media for the next two days. Dax will contact you both when he's handled some things…hey…Sugar…don't make that pitiful face. You'll make me cry."
He touched her chin.
"What if Erik calls me? What do I say?" Sabine asked.
"Don't ignore him. Text him if you don't want to talk, but don't dismiss him if he tries to reach you. I'm just saying. Go back inside."
Colin patted her arm and left with Dax. Closing the door, she faced Belmira.
Her cell vibrated on the bed.
She ignored it for a few seconds, then picked it up.
Tadpole.
"What's up?"
"Are you okay?"
"We're back at our hotel."
"Check it. There are a bunch of people posting videos of what happened. What were you charged with?"
"Assault."
"The videos I'm seeing show that dude attacking Belmira. Stephanie is trying to delete a bunch of texts she put out claiming you attacked her. A bunch of people screenshot her lies."
Sabine waved Belmira over to her bed and put Tad on speakerphone.
"How many videos are there?"
"Three so far from different angles. The best one is close enough to show Crampton…dude, he grabbed her hair hard. Sug, you got some good stomps in there, damn!"
"We need to tell Dax about the videos," Belmira said grabbing her phone to download proof herself.
"Thanks for the heads up, Tad. I'll talk to you later today," Sabine said.
"I'll see what else I can dig up. Steph and her boyfriend are being dragged all over social media. Surf heads are hot right now. Do you need me and the boys to come up? We can fuck up dude. We don't mind going to jail for you."
Sabine laughed. These crazy loyal white dudebro friends of hers. Tad was notorious for drunk and disorderly conduct for years. He didn't give a fuck. It helped to be white though.
"Night Tadpole."
"Night Sugar Pie Honeybunch. Send us the Bat-signal and we'll ride out of the bat cave."
She hung up and flopped back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, she felt her stomach untwist for the first time in hours.
Grabbing her phone, she looked up her mugshot. The internet was crazy. A few clicks on the Oceanside police website and anyone could look up charges and copy photos. Stephanie and Crampton must've put them out for people to see.
Belmira stared at her own face on her phone.
"Colin is right. These pictures…I don't even remember smirking like that. My hair looks fucking amazing after fighting. Look at you…head tilted like you are daring them to say shit to you. Hair looks amazing."
Belimira fell out in peals of laughter.
"What?" Sabine asked, allowing a real smile to form on her face.
"Too bad we don't rap, this would make an amazing album cover!"
They both busted up.
"What would we call it?" Belmira asked, "You don't want this?"
"I wish you would?" Sabine cracked back.
They laughed again until they wiped tears from their eyes.
"This has been the best and worst night of my life," Belmira said, "place third and go to jail."
They curled up next to each other on Sabine's bed and fell asleep.
###
Sabine and Belmira sat inside the hotel restaurant eating an early dinner with Colin and Dax.
They slept for hours and by the time Colin was knocking on their door after six in the evening, they were starving for food and word on their case.
"Formal charges will be dropped tomorrow. Outside pressure and the media slamming of Ms. Zhang and Mr. Crampton forced them to recant their previous statements to the police."
"All those videos and calls flooding the Oceanside police department helped squash their lies," Colin said.
"But our mugshots are still out there," Sabine said.
"Can't be helped," Dax said sipping some water, "people have access to it. It'll float around and die off."
"Will my sponsor have a problem with this?" Belmira asked Colin.
"You're innocent. You were defending your person and there's video proof and witness testimony."
"How come those witnesses didn't come forward last night?" Sabine asked.
"People were drunk. They probably thought nothing serious would happen. Those two seemed to have a bone to pick with you," Colin said.
"There was a slight incident earlier before the competition. A little wave scuffle. Crampton dropped in on Belmira and pulled her leash. Knocked her over," Sabine said.
"He's always been a dick. It's not even his beach and he's trying to piss all over it," Sabine spat.
"It's over now. Dax will handle everything else," Colin said sitting back with a dinner espresso in his hand.
"I owe you. Both of you." Sabine said.
Colin shook his head.
"Dax is Surfgeist's protection. You are part of our family so we have you covered."
"My parents were so angry when I told them, but they feel better knowing we were defending ourselves."
"They hate me now, huh?" Belmira asked.
"It wasn't your fault."
"I know, but they know when we get together anything crazy is bound to happen."
"Girl, I'm in it as much as you when we get into mess. I will say this was the scariest. I don't ever want to be around cops. They are trash, even if you are innocent."
"I just can't believe that an Asian woman would lie on a Black woman and call the cops. Had it been me by myself, none of this would've happened—"
"But you have an accent. They saw you as a foreigner. If I squint, you could pass as a regular California Latina. In their eyes, we were two darkies in a white space causing a ruckus."
"Stephanie's not white," Belmira said.
"Proximity to whiteness. A white man vouched for her. That's all it takes," Colin said putting down his espresso cup.
"Is it really over? I won't have a record or anything?" Sabine asked with a little worry still in her voice.
"You are good, Sugar. If anyone tries to talk to you, give them my number and I will take care of it. I will advise you both to not speak to any media about it. We don't want to flame any fires and keep this thing circulating. It hasn't been picked up by major news agencies yet, so I expect it to disappear quickly," Dax said.
"Thanks so much, Dax," Sabine said.
Belmira glanced at Sabine's phone.
"Killmonger," she said pushing Sabine's phone closer to her hand on the table.
Sabine let it go to voicemail and tucked her phone back into her purse. Colin took out a credit card and placed it on their check. He reached in the back of his jeans and pulled out his phone. He glanced at the screen and his eyes went to Sabine's face. His left index finger swiped his cell screen.
"Hey man. What it do? Yeah…I know about it. Naw, she's okay…I'm with her now."
Colin closed his eyes then stood up.
"Let me explain, man…."
Colin walked away from the table to take the call in private. Anxiety perked back up in Sabine's stomach. Dax took that moment to make a call of his own.
Colin came back to the table.
"He wants to talk to you," Colin said.
A waiter brought back Colin's credit card and he signed off on their dinner.
"I didn't tell him anything. The mugshots got picked up and folks started sending him messages."
"Did he sound upset?"
"Concerned. Call him."
Colin looked at his watch.
"We have to get back. You two okay here?"
"We're going to head up to Huntington beach tomorrow," Belmira said.
"I'll see you next weekend then."
Dax slid out of his seat and as Sabine and Belmira stood up, Belmira gave Colin a big hug and kiss on his cheek. She did the same to Dax.
"You saved us," Belmira said.
"The truth came out. That's all," Dax said.
Colin held out his arms and Sabine hugged him.
"Kick ass next week," said.
They watched the men leave the hotel. The collective weight of the weekend dropped away from their shoulders.
"I'm going to call my sponsors," Belmira said.
"I'm going to hang out by the pool for a minute," Sabine said.
She walked through the hotel and followed the signs that led to the pool and jacuzzi area. Finding a quiet spot to sit, she stared at her cell phone. Erik called three times and left one voice message. Her nerves were too jacked.
She typed out a simple text.
I'm okay. I'm leaving for Huntington Beach tomorrow. Have a great week with Deuce and Marina.
She sent the message and ignored all of his later calls, texts, and voicemail.
###
The story of their night in Oceanside blew up.
Their mugshots became memes, but instead of being a hindrance to their reputations, it did the opposite. When the entire story broke out about what Crampton and Stephanie did, Belmira and Sabine became the temporary darlings of the surf world. It was because of the pictures.
People loved them.
Sabine's own mother sat next to her on the beach watching Belmira's heat and commented on how photogenic they both were. Their looks became social capital that smoothed over the horrendous fears they had of blowback. She and Belmira went out to a beach club to mix and mingle with other surfers before the competition and someone snapped a picture of them that went viral. They truly looked hot together and there was speculation as to how well they would do. Stephanie Zhang pulled out of the competition out of embarrassment and deleted her online presence. Crampton turned all his social media private.
"They don't even look like mugshots…my God, the fact that I can sit here and say that one of my children has a mugshot—"
"Not their fault, Mommy," Robert said, laying his surfboard down next to him.
"Where did you go surf?" Sabine asked, touching his wet silky hair.
"Further down. Didn't stay in long, officials chased us out. I'll go back in after the last heat. How's Belmira doing?"
"Okay," Sabine said.
Her high definition sunglasses made it easier to watch her friend get down. Asia walked over with Papi and Yolanda carrying sodas and chips from the snack vendors dotting the beach.
"Waves are small," Papi said sitting next to Belinda and handing her a large drink, "stop looking at those mugshots," he said tapping his wife's phone.
"They look good. I can't help it. Most people look tore up going to jail, our daughter looks like she's on a photoshoot. Go figure."
"I need to get my vest," Sabine said.
She stood and wiped her bikini bottom of sand and tied her aquamarine rash guard around her waist.
"Put more sunblock on, baby," Belinda said handing Sabine a spray bottle.
"I have enough on. Waterproof and sweatproof."
Belinda shook the bottle.
"Not much left in here."
"I'll get some from my van."
Sabine grabbed her keys and clipped them onto the hip of her bikini bottom.
She walked down closer to the judge's stand to watch Belmira. There were ten minutes left and Belmira was up against an experienced pro from France. The two women had to contend with a lull in three-foot waves. Four days earlier, Sabine and Belmira surfed those same waters and worked on trying to practice maneuvers on small waves. That practice came in handy as Belmira did what she could with what piddling waves came her way. The scoreboard had Belmira in the lead. Sabine knew her friend would go on to the next round. The cool thing was Belmira had a lot of crowd support with hoots and hollers when she did well. Word had gotten around the beach and most people there were aware of who Belmira was. The same went for Sabine. Her 'fro was a dead give-away. She was asked to take pictures with young fans of surfing. She knew they wanted some clout, but they gave so much positive energy to her that she allowed herself to accept it and snap a few photos.
Time ran out and Belmira raised her hand in triumph. She paddled in as final scores were tallied. Sabine greeted her and gave her a big hug. They both could feel cell phones and professional media snapping pictures of them together.
Belmira would get a small break. Sabine wasn't due to perform for another forty minutes.
"I have to get my competitor's vest," Sabine said.
"I'll come with you."
They stopped and accepted cold bottled water from a fan before heading up to the official's table.
"Yay! Blue. Matches my rash guard, sort of," Sabine said.
"Sunglasses are cute!" Belmira said.
She pulled them off Sabine's face. The brightness of the sun made Sabine squint.
"How was it out there?"
"Weak ass waves. You'll have better luck than me. Supposed to get bigger in an hour."
"I know."
"Just get your ass into the quarter-finals so we can have a chance of squaring off."
"You tryna get beat beat, huh?"
"Keep talking—"
"Sugar!"
Sabine froze.
Her eyes darted around, and she saw him standing near a garbage can throwing away some napkins.
Light and tight Hurley t-shirt with light blue board shorts. Flips flops. Dark sunglasses.
Sabine wanted to turn and run the other way.
"Killmonger," Belmira said.
Erik waved his hand for her to come over to him. She wanted to stand her ground. Ignore him. She prayed someone would walk up and ask for a picture or start talking to her so she could slip away.
"C'mere!"
This was a little bite in his tone.
"I'll see you later. I'm keeping these glasses too," Belmira said walking away.
"Bitch," Sabine hissed after her.
She glanced back at Erik and he stood there with a water bottle in his hand. Sabine wandered over, but the closer she got to him, the heavier her legs felt as if she was walking through quicksand.
"Erik."
"You can't call me back and talk to me?"
"I was embarrassed."
She couldn't see his eyes through the sunglasses.
"You can call Colin, but not me. For real?"
She glanced around.
People knew who he was. And they knew who she was.
"Let's go somewhere else, okay?"
She walked a few feet ahead of him and he followed.
"Where you going?" he asked, a snappishness in his voice.
"I'm parked near here."
She led him to her van. Opening the side door, she invited him inside so no one could hear all her business. Sitting side by side, she still couldn't look him in the face. He took off his sunglasses.
Anger. Irritation. Disappointment.
Sabine read that all in his face.
"I wanted to call you. But I knew you had Deuce and Marina with you. I was scared to call my parents, or Asia and Yolanda. My other friends were out partying. Colin was my last hope—"
"You could've called me and I would've taken care of it. I would've sent Dax—"
"I didn't want to get you in trouble. I didn't want to mess up your time making up with Deuce."
She pressed her lips together willing herself not to cry. His voice sounded so unhappy with her.
He glanced out of the van window.
"You alright?"
"Yeah. Dax handled everything—"
"I know he did. I'm asking if you are okay. How are you feeling?"
"I was scared. I was worried about my reputation and yours."
He looked at her then.
He held his hand out to her. She moved her hand over and rested it in his.
"You don't have to worry about me."
He pulled her closer to him and she still couldn't look him directly in the face.
"Anything that goes down in the future, I don't want you to call anyone else but me, okay?"
"Your kids are your priority. You need to focus on that."
"You are my protégé. That means you are my priority too."
She nodded her head.
"Look at me," he whispered.
She lifted her head and met his eyes. He tilted his head and lifted his right hand to her chin.
"Tell me you'll call me first."
"I'll call you first."
"Say it like you mean it, Ma."
Her eyes dropped away from the intensity in his. He pulled her face toward him again.
"Say it."
His thumb stroked her chin and she felt herself feeling lightheaded from his touch.
"I'll call you—"
"Only me—"
"Only you."
His hand dropped from her face and rested down by her thigh. Staring at her face for a long time, Erik stayed quiet. She could hear voices of people walking back and forth behind her van, and the occasional roar of the crowd on the beach cheering on their favorites.
"I gotta get ready for my heat," she said.
"Okay."
She moved to get off of her seat and Erik struck her left ass cheek. Hard.
Sabine sat back down and rubbed her butt.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Punishment. For not calling me."
He reached over and rubbed her ass cheek. His touch made the slight discomfort die down.
"Maybe I won't call you now—"
SMACK!
The sting made her mouth fall open.
"Keep talking trash and see what happens, girl."
"What will happen?" she challenged, feeling the blossoming of pleasure awakening in her backside from his hand.
Erik pulled her onto his lap and untied the rash guard from her waist and let it fall down. Both of his hands gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them. His right hand struck her again and she gasped, clutching onto his shoulders. Her bikini top brushed against his chest causing her nipples to harden.
"You want me to stop?"
"No!"
He slapped her ass cheeks alternately and she squirmed in his lap as he did it, feeling his dick get fat underneath her.
"You know what to say to make me stop right?"
"Yes!"
"You take this punishment until you learn your lesson. Understand?"
"Yes!"
Sabine pressed her face against Erik's and held on as he made her ass cheeks bounce and feel delicious pain that made her clit grow fat.
"I bet your pussy is getting really wet right now—"
"Yes, Killmonger…yes…ohmigod yes…"
She found her lips sucking on his t-shirt as he punished her ass. Groans fell from his lips as he soothed her cheeks with gentle rubbings before he pushed her back and forced her to sit side-saddle on his lap. His dick jutted up in a rigid peak. Two thick fingers pushed her bikini bottoms aside and he stared at her swollen pussy lips.
"Look how fat you got, baby."
Erik strummed her clit and lips like he was playing a cello. His fingers went in his mouth several times to lick away her sticky juices.
"You taste so good, baby."
Sabine's head fell back as he fingered her.
"Oooh…oooh…Killmonger…Killmonger!"
Erik wrapped his left hand around her mouth to keep her loud voice from attracting attention from all the people walking past them. He fingerfucked her with agonizingly precise strokes, curling his fingers to tap on her walls gently. She clutched at the erection in his shorts.
"You want some of that Daddy dick?"
She nodded and he slapped her hands away.
"Nah, bad girls don't get no Daddy dick."
She squirmed on his lap and he sank his fingers deeper in her pussy and she slumped into him.
"Pussy making all that noise. Shame on you, Sugar. People outside can hear this sloppy kitty."
Sabine squeezed her eyes shut. Her pants were heavy, and she could hear his fingers working her out so loud in the van. He pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. His teeth tugged on her earlobe as he wiggled his digits against one side of her pussy that had her whimpering and her toes pointing out.
"Baby, I don't think we can stay away from each other like this. I missed you so much. A week felt like a year, Sugar. It's hard for me."
He was hitting an exquisite spot inside her pussy and she was melting on his lap like grease in a hot skillet.
The alarm on her watch went off.
"Your heat," he whispered in her ear.
She had fifteen minutes to get to the judging station with her shortboard.
He slid his fingers out from her and licked off everything. Removing his left hand from her mouth, they both looked down at her folds.
The engorgement was ridiculous, her folds were frothy and shiny from his touch. She felt irritation as he slid her bikini bottoms back over her swollen pussy lips. Erik noticed the grim look on her face.
"You don't get to cum," he teased, "you gotta surf with a fat pussy."
She hit him on his chest.
"You don't get to cum either," she said rolling her neck.
"Yes, I do. Get on your knees."
Her eyes grew wide and he pushed her off the seat.
"Suck this dick."
He pulled down his shorts and she wasted no time wrapping her lips around his hot length.
"Oh shit…being such a good girl…ooh fuck…just like that Sugar…slide this meat in your mouth…tongue is feeling so good…God you're such a good girl. Take all that Daddy dick in your mouth…being such a good little bitch…letting me play in that tight pussy…such a dirty mouth…"
Sabine spit all over his dick and stroked him as she sucked on his balls. Her saliva soaked his erection from root to tip. She gave him some salacious tonguing on his tip that made the bulbous head swell up more.
Time was running out.
"Cum in my mouth…"
"Is that what you want?"
She nodded and stuck out her tongue. Erik beat his dick against the wet pink muscle in her mouth dripping with so much warm spit.
"Can I nut in your mouth, baby?"
"Yeth…"
It was hard to enunciate with all that girth in her mouth.
"Good girls get this thick nut. You gon' be a good girl for me?"
She nodded and Erik grabbed the back of her head.
"…shit…baby…tongue so sweet…here it comes…here it comes…get ready…ohhhhhhhhhh!"
He spilled hot and heavy in her mouth. She swallowed every delicious drop.
Her alarm went off again.
Sabine threw on her rash guard and slid the contest vest on.
"I have to get my board!"
Erik pulled up his shorts and she rushed him out of her van. He slapped her ass again.
"Show the fuck out. You hear me? Let these fools know you are here to stay."
He kissed her lips and she groaned in his mouth. Erik had her horny and agitated.
They separated, Erik went in one direction throwing his shades on, and Sabine walked in the opposite direction with tingles all over her body and a puffy wet pussy pressing against her bikini bottom.