This rampant spread of my tongue over pussies and asses never yields to my objective reasoning.
I’m a lecherous sinner worthy of nothing but the enclosure of a dungeon to detox myself of this sickness that is upon me. This day of reckoning has finally come and set up shop on my doorstep.
But shit, I’m a deceitful Nigga. I won’t be down for long. I’m rushing out the back door, hitting the back fence to jump over it, and now a motherfucker is free from that bondage shit.
I’m on the hunt for a fine-ass chick that’s on fleek. And, I’ll take any Ole sexy one as of yet. A BBW (HWP with curves), a PAWG, a cute little petite Black temptress, a Spanish-speaking Latina, a cougar, a young-ass THOT barely over the age of consent, a seductive Milf, and a tantalizing Gilf are all on the menu.
I haven’t fed for a while, so I’m game to annihilate some rumps and pussies.
And just so you know, I’m unpredictable and appalling to the women in the streets. But when the same snooty women get home and unwind, they’re on this daring hunt for me.
This little fox trap of mine is almost impossible to free yourself from, and once you’ve succumbed to my treachery: you might as well call up the family and tell them you won’t be there for supper. And speaking of family, I’m not really concerned with your home life. Evidently you aren’t at all fazed with where you rest your head at either, or you wouldn’t be here with me exchanging oral, pussy, and ass juices on the regular.
I already told you previously that I’m a crude being, a psychotic of sorts. My only plight in life is to rest my tongue in between your cleavage, on your breasts, their nipples, and your naked derriere.
Every now and again I’m overtaken by romance. This isn’t the time, though. The present marks a day for that wretched sieging of that clit that’s buried deep in your interior cavity.
Make no mistake, I’ve just escaped lockup. I’m on the prowl like a roaring lion seeking whom I may destroy.