“I’m not that type of girl,” she says, “I want a relationship!” Of course, I gave that dumb bitch this look after she shared that dumb shit. My understanding is never ending, so I know what’s up; you want to lure me into your trap via a good ole fuck. You pretend to be godly …
You know the type my savage ass is talking about — the bitch that loves digging off in her wet pussycat or yearning for a mouth. You can’t contain your animalistic need to rub at your CUNT fervently. You’ve tried to lay off the sordid fire, but guess what gets the best of you: THAT …
The FUCK HOUSE is a little Ole place in Forest Park where lascivious, disgusting acts blossom and take root in the Clayton County soil. I’m a good Ole Georgia native that eats up pussy and ass like white folks also do chicken and watermelon. I’m a fucking mess, and I could give a Damn who …
When I pop that clit with the oral jabs and pulverize that ass with my tongue’s uppercut, you’re going to go down for the count. That bobbing and weaving your underside was doing couldn’t prepare you for this RUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE. That psyche of yours is doing a juggling act now. You’re embarrassed and …
Are you obsessed with me, my sweet darling? Do you find yourself venturing here daily to consume your dose of my carnal mess? Is the answer “Yes”? Ah, if so I’m flattered. What human being out there doesn’t desire to be wanted? And speaking of desire, how is your sex life? Have you been getting …
This is for you women that have contacted me and either disappeared without a trace or set something up and froze in your tracks: you’re full of shit! You knew what you were getting into when you reached out across the abyss to contact me. You knew I infused my tongue into asstraps with tenacity. …
I don’t think I want to be some kind of spectacle here. I just want to taste you. My mouth is a bit parched at the moment, and I do need your pussy’s mist to sort of get the ball rolling. I’m about to be on the verge of a feeding frenzy now that my …
When I’m out in public, I never flirt with or hit on women. Instead, I gaze at them and size the opposite sex up. I wonder if that one right there takes dick up her ass, or that one over there swallows? Yes, I converse with myself. I even fathom about how this woman or …
I’m confined to this dungeon of lechery, and I will never get the chance to see the light of day. I wander around in this place daily seeking and exploring the backside of a woman’s posh derriere. I’m shackled to my lusts, and I can do nothing to deviate from this wanton stronghold. I grab …
Want your pussy along with those ass juices in my mouth? Want them belting down my esophagus until the runnings rest in my stomach? I’ll make a deal with you: stop whining about those DAMN men out there that won’t give you what you need in the sack, and stop just browsing my posts just …
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