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I try daily to be a gentleman and do the honorable thing, but that shit never takes root for long. I find myself lusting uncontrollably for a titillating member of the opposite sex.
I can’t breath without the sustenance of your female juices in my throat. I can’t breath without the feel of your clit growing erect on my tongue.
Righteousness evades me, so Am I some antichrist of sorts?
Or, Am I a human being that just craves a naughty fanny and all its nakedness in perpetuity. And, contrary to what you’re thinking right now, I don’t sleep with a gang of women. I’m quite picky and fickle when choosing the ass and pussy my mouth will be joining up with.
Will my mouth be slaughtering your extremities today, bringing them to ruins?
Will my mouth be causing your pussy to lament my departure when I’m no more?
This little hookup “THINGEE” is my gift to you at this very moment because you’ve traveled across the expanse and reside with me in this lecherous place where spit and tongue swiping over pussy and ass will take precedence.
Only your pussy and ass gathered up in my snare like fish in a net matters to me.
Pulling at your clit with my eager lips is my concern.
Spoiling your pussy rotten with torrent handling is a major feat.
Devastating that obsessive snatch of yours with my oral compartment makes my dick hard!
My muzzle surrounds your undercarriage like a S.W.A.T. team does in a standoff.
I’m taking that pussy and ass into custody, too (just like the Police). I’m citing you and that pussy of yours because the main has ruptured and you’ve flooded the neighborhood with your honey cream. My mouth wades for now in your soiled release, but soon enough I will have to dog paddle in the madness because I will be immersed in your shit. Your pussy won’t turn off its valve as I lick you with an eager fit.
You won’t stop yelling and screaming to the beat of my degenerate tongue. You encourage me to lick your ass, too. It takes precedence also.
“THE MOUTH OF THE SOUTH”, do you now crave it?
You’re a sexy mess (I’ll give you that.), and your face belongs plastered on the cover of Vogue. But, you’re a baggage-carrying, mad-at-the-world and non-forgiving SHREW!
I have something for that little disorder, though — a vagrant, vagabond-of-sorts tongue. It seems that that’s the only time I can brush back the avalanche of attitude and disruptive behavior.
Only when my mouth is stapled to your hiny can I reason with you.
Only when my tongue carves out letters on your clit and vulva do I have your undivided attention.
Must I eat ass bi-hourly or cut off my tongue to give to you as a parting gift to keep in your purse to keep you content when I’m not around?
Must I jump through hoops to keep you satisfied?
Or, maybe I must follow you around all day long even to your stall in the restroom and please your eager bottom when the need arises? What about the drive home from work — should my face be buried in your crotch for you at any moment’s notice?
I’m gathering here that I’m your mouth-on-pussy-and-ass slave that will have no life of my own as long as I’m bridled to this existence with you. My mouth will be under your complete control being you’re no coy, down low devilish girl.
You’re an up-in-your-face and letting-a-nigga-know-how-you-want-it chick. And I’m the ignorant, getting lead around by the nose and licking-pussy-at-the-drop-of-a-dime dude that allows the nonsense.
Weren’t I supposed to be taming you with my mouth and tongue?
Wasn’t my tongue supposed to be a lasso pulling you in like Wonder Woman’s does to get you to succumb to my wishes,
EVIDENTLY NOT!
No amount of lecturing can seem to penetrate your heart and soul. My plan of overpowering you with just mere lashes of my tongue has backfired on me; the hunter has become the hunted.
(Fast Forward to my dear enlightenment.) A Nigga is rising to the occasion and getting his MOJO back, though. No longer will I be your beast of burden. No longer will I be your punching bag. I’m the pussy devourer bringing your wild pussy and ass back into my stable.
My black ass is willing and able!
I’m under a cloud of messiness where bitches are squirting on the scene like precipitation does during the rainy season:
I’m getting a bit beyond myself; I have a few questions for you before we proceed on:
Are you home alone?
Do you have the propensity to play with yourself often? Do you have a man? If not, do you play with your clit?
Would you at this exact moment in time crave a hard chocolate tongue licking at your slit?
I’m quite curious — inquisitive — I’ve been told I am.
Damn, I’m trying to go ham on some yams like I’m eating fried chicken — goddamn!
I just see myself tossing your little/meaty legs in the air until you’re unaware that I’m even there.
I want you to be in La La Land, that place I do despise; but, it’s cool for you to be in this place while my face is between your thighs.
to be continued…
I don’t even ask for forgiveness for the shirts I wear across my chest, so you know my black ass is a complete mess.
I’m just a Freaky Ole Man that’s trying to get a Freaky Bitch’s ass, mouth, and titties in my hands.
I mean, I get a kick out of mature hoes — like this — showing me their pussies and assholes.
Get another look at this shit — if you’re not convinced — that I’ll do a stare down with a broad’s clit:
And, once again, I must convey: you can bring a young or seasoned THOT around my way.
You’ve heard me communicate this here fact before: I don’t discriminate when it comes down to my attraction to various types of whores…
Are you the type of woman that wears a choker like this? If you are, I can already tell you’re my type of freaky little bitch.
I’m already undressing you with my pervert eyes, pondering what it would be like to peel open those savory thighs.
You probably walk around town with a wet pussy, and you’re constantly in need of a wicked mouthpiece.
I know your type: you play prude, but you’re inner being screams: fuck me on sight.
My salacious spirit is aware of yours; come on and be my little paramour.
Let’s roleplay; be my little starlet; I can treat you like my fucking harlot.
I want to cage you in my illicit fantasies, you cock-hardening, sensual shebeast.
You creator of getting penises erect: will you be the match I’ve met?
Will you be the woman that tries to control me with that sloppy, wet mouth? Pulling on that piece around your neck while you suck at me is what I’m about…
Let me see you and your BFF do this; this is something I most definitely have to witness.
Or, you can be nasty like this little HQ bitch:
Let me beat that pussy up from the back because you’ve got to experience my dick.
You should already know by now my little sordid get down. Don’t leave me around your naked self; I’ma be mouth-on-everything bound.
I’ll be a sexual menace until I’m finished.
I’ll be a degrading bastard — hollering lewd shit — and chasing after your ass like the sheriff did Daisy and them in The Dukes of Hazzard.
I’m trying to leave trails of my saliva on your vulva lips and hardened clit like this:
You hollering for more as my tongue has way with you — my nasty whore — is all I live for.
Tell me that it’s my wet mouth you crave for the rest of your living days.
Also let it be known that I’m your Savage Beast that you can’t tame while I’m partaking of your frame.
You’ll forever be my dirty paramour/facilitator of lascivious desires, and I’ll forever be able to take advantage of your body as though you’re some lady for hire…
