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.
You knew I was a mess, one that disembowels pussies and tasty rears almost daily.
You knew this!
You knew my tongue sliced at pussies and asses like scissors.
You knew I was a vile mess when you garnered my posts into your consciousness.
I immediately became a part of you, a living, breathing and walking representation of my naughty literature.
You knew this.
What did you think: I were some play-play guy, some relic?
Did you think I was some figment of your imagination that would turn into a daring gentleman at the stroke of midnight?
I ain’t MANDIRELLA.
I advised you upfront that I was a loose cannon leaving a wake of destruction from my mouth and tongue game.
Yes, I know you envisioned your pussy and ass in my cross hairs being munched on by my pussy-and-ass trap.
What else was supposed to transpire?
Was I supposed to be all bark and no bite?
More so, was I supposed to run away with my tail tucked between my legs?
Come on now, I’m “MR. MOUTH ON WHATEVER”! Haven’t you heard of the way I devour pussy and anal debris?
Haven’t you heard how I wipe pussies and asses with my tongue like toilet tissue? I put my face in the naughty genitalia and never free myself until an orgasm spills from their ranks.
Didn’t you want this, a disgusting-mouth man having way with your body like a crazed lunatic?
What in the hell are you waiting for?
What in the hell are you running for?
Call, text or email me.
Put yourself into my mix of wanton pleasure. Don’t deny yourself my batch of mouth and tongue for that hot hiny.
You know you yearn for my oral lechery even though your heart races with uncertainty. I know you’re scared and unsure, but I’m here to bring you into my world, one of endless treats.