Do you love intimacy: how about my mouth?
Have you ever had it before?
What about a rim job: ever had that from me?
If not, I can bet all my chips that you’re curious and on the fence.
Why wouldn’t you be?
A Nigga has The Best Mouth in Atlanta; that’s what I’ve been told. I’m trying to get crowned MOUTH OF THE SOUTH.
I’m trying to bring chaos in your life. That structured shit is for the birds. There’s a hurricane brewing in the haunts of your pussy and ass, and not just any man can stomach the catastrophe.
I’ve trained with FEMA, the Redcross and the United States Coast Guard for this mission. A brother is ready to get his face pushed around and beaten in this pussy-and-ass storm. The precipitation is thick; my mouth rains on your twat and its sister (those thick ass bars). You’re drenched, but you can’t get in from the weather.
You want to flee my mouth, but you just can’t muster up the strength to get away from my tongue. My tongue is a lasso pulling that raunchy pussy and ass into my space. With all of this yanking and tugging from outside forces, you need to seek shelter.
But, you can’t: my mouth has you pressed in. My oral tactics can’t be evaded. The pressure from the suction of my lips pin you in place. The swipes of my daring tongue keep you in limbo like a frog in slowly heating up water. You know you need to find sanctity in an evacuation shelter, but your need for oral sex outweighs reason.
You’re out in the open in the middle of a storm getting your pussy and ass ransacked by the elements. A brisk tongue cultivating your meaty rump and navigating the channel of your warm pussy is breaking news right now. Reports of an insane woman rubbing her pussy flagrantly while a hot, nasty mouth copulates with her asshole barrels through the wires.
You sigh madly, and you’re caught up in this intense affair where you choose not to free yourself from this trap: THIS INSANITY. That’s fine because I’m here with you taking advantage of your female parts with my devious mouth until you spray your cum on my tongue.
Are we done?