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…

Today, a man is called A Munch if he licks on a wet cunt. Try saying that about me all you want, I won’t be bothered none.

Since the day I was born, I’ve been a stubborn one.

Don’t believe me, here’s the proof:

Just like you see me beginning to devour this woman, I’ll do the same thang to you.

Do you think you’ll be able to hold my phone and record while I get my munch on?

Or, will you lose yourself in the mood while my tongue digs/licks through/on you?

I doubt if you’ll be able to last just a minute while I’m putting my face all up in it.

Your pussy and ass will be badgering you about putting my phone down; they’re about to drown; they need to concentrate now.

They’ll be soiled by my wet mouth juices, and there won’t be a thing neither them nor you will be able to do.

Am I being a little too arrogant about the plight you’d be experiencing in between your thighs, or should I just terminate this letter and let you witness my freakiness in person with all your senses tonight?!

• 

Well, I think it’s time that we do some shit. Enough with singlehandedly manipulating your breasts; give yourself a break, and let my freaky ass do the rest.

Also, stop fiddling around in your pussy with that worn-out finger; let my inappropriate tongue stick around and linger. They call me Mr. Unscrupulous and Mr. Obscene; I think you’re getting what I mean.

I’m here to lick that back — the inside of your tight ass crack. I’m here to poke at that contracting asshole also until that thang pulsates and reacts to my oral flow.

It’s a tasty sight and feat enjoying this cunnilingus/rumpilingus scene. My tongue maneuvering through your vajayjay’s maze like some runaway: will I find myself in a better place?

Will the sounds of licking and my mouth pushing against your cushion keep me licking and looking?

Will I continue staring into your puppy-like eyes while I dine on your underside?

So many questions race through my head while I’m being fed:

Should I stick a finger in your butthole while simultaneously devouring your muff box; should I just lick your now wet ass while I jack off my cock?

I’m contemplating, and I’m waiting. Your orgasm is baking and in the making.

You’re firmly pressing your body against my face while softly biting on a finger; you appear so tender. I want to pluck you like grapes in this place. Your body is my vineyard, and I’m waiting to snatch you as you fall off the vine, my babe…

I ain’t about shit, so that means I’m getting head from (18 year and older) young

and old

bitches.

I’m a don’t-give-a-damn type of guy, and all I want to do is devour what’s in between your thighs.

I’m curious — how did you get here? Was it from a link I sent you, off seeing me in public, or by some triggered THOT that didn’t want to share her box?

Anyway, I’m trying to shove my BBC-Challenged dick in a bunch of hoes’ faces with no delay.

I’m trying to peel open pussy lips and lick on them plus that adjacent clit.

I want to see you just like this rubbing at your shit viciously, you fucking slutty bitch.

I want to see you rubbing at that clit until you lose it and that thang drips.

Then, it’s gonna be time for Ole Reecie to dig in. Let the mouth-on-ass games begin.

I’ll hold those little legs in the air, and I’ll let my tongue work its nasty magic on your excited derriere.

You already know I’m one freaky motherfucker, and yes, I know: you’ll dread being my lover.

You find me repulsive and disgusting, but you love my little tongue manipulating thing.

You love how I work my oral madness on those juicy extremities all the while: you’re staring into my pervert eyes like a wild child.

…To be continued

There ain’t nothing like getting that two-headed dragon; I’ll soon be singing an illicit song.

This is salacious heaven; my dear, where has your freaky ass been?

I’ve experienced this type of pleasure once before in life, but I’d like to get it endless more times if that’s all right.

A little brunette sucking up my pipe — while a little redhead waits her turn — this is the life.

I’m not one of those relationship gurus, but I’m thinking a poly life with a couple of chicks like this might be cool.

The sound of spit and foreskin getting slung everywhere: it’s so mesmerizing while I’m anticipating getting pieces of these hoes’ derriere.

I could just imagine the anticipation while my cock rises to the occasion like years of dreaded inflation.

I’d try to hold back my huge load, but that would be virtually impossible here in my abode.

You guessed it right; I’ll be done like this guy — now I’m pooped — I might go one more round after this, but then, it’s night night…