I Have Quite The Disgusting Mouth:

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I try daily to be a gentleman and do the honorable thing, but that shit never takes root for long. I find myself lusting uncontrollably for a titillating member of the opposite sex.

I can’t breath without the sustenance of your female juices in my throat. I can’t breath without the feel of your clit growing erect on my tongue.

Righteousness evades me, so Am I some antichrist of sorts?

Or, Am I a human being that just craves a naughty fanny and all its nakedness in perpetuity. And, contrary to what you’re thinking right now, I don’t sleep with a gang of women. I’m quite picky and fickle when choosing the ass and pussy my mouth will be joining up with.

Will my mouth be slaughtering your extremities today, bringing them to ruins?

Will my mouth be causing your pussy to lament my departure when I’m no more?

This little hookup “THINGEE” is my gift to you at this very moment because you’ve traveled across the expanse and reside with me in this lecherous place where spit and tongue swiping over pussy and ass will take precedence.

Only your pussy and ass gathered up in my snare like fish in a net matters to me.

Pulling at your clit with my eager lips is my concern.

Spoiling your pussy rotten with torrent handling is a major feat.

Devastating that obsessive snatch of yours with my oral compartment makes my dick hard!

My muzzle surrounds your undercarriage like a S.W.A.T. team does in a standoff.

I’m taking that pussy and ass into custody, too (just like the Police). I’m citing you and that pussy of yours because the main has ruptured and you’ve flooded the neighborhood with your honey cream. My mouth wades for now in your soiled release, but soon enough I will have to dog paddle in the madness because I will be immersed in your shit. Your pussy won’t turn off its valve as I lick you with an eager fit.

You won’t stop yelling and screaming to the beat of my degenerate tongue. You encourage me to lick your ass, too. It takes precedence also.

“THE MOUTH OF THE SOUTH”, do you now crave it?

I’m Trying To Tame You:

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You’re a sexy mess (I’ll give you that.), and your face belongs plastered on the cover of Vogue. But, you’re a baggage-carrying, mad-at-the-world and non-forgiving SHREW!

I have something for that little disorder, though — a vagrant, vagabond-of-sorts tongue. It seems that that’s the only time I can brush back the avalanche of attitude and disruptive behavior.

Only when my mouth is stapled to your hiny can I reason with you.

Only when my tongue carves out letters on your clit and vulva do I have your undivided attention.

Must I eat ass bi-hourly or cut off my tongue to give to you as a parting gift to keep in your purse to keep you content when I’m not around?

Must I jump through hoops to keep you satisfied?

Or, maybe I must follow you around all day long even to your stall in the restroom and please your eager bottom when the need arises? What about the drive home from work — should my face be buried in your crotch for you at any moment’s notice?

I’m gathering here that I’m your mouth-on-pussy-and-ass slave that will have no life of my own as long as I’m bridled to this existence with you. My mouth will be under your complete control being you’re no coy, down low devilish girl.

You’re an up-in-your-face and letting-a-nigga-know-how-you-want-it chick. And I’m the ignorant, getting lead around by the nose and licking-pussy-at-the-drop-of-a-dime dude that allows the nonsense.

Weren’t I supposed to be taming you with my mouth and tongue?

Wasn’t my tongue supposed to be a lasso pulling you in like Wonder Woman’s does to get you to succumb to my wishes,

EVIDENTLY NOT!

No amount of lecturing can seem to penetrate your heart and soul. My plan of overpowering you with just mere lashes of my tongue has backfired on me; the hunter has become the hunted.

(Fast Forward to my dear enlightenment.) A Nigga is rising to the occasion and getting his MOJO back, though. No longer will I be your beast of burden. No longer will I be your punching bag. I’m the pussy devourer bringing your wild pussy and ass back into my stable.

My black ass is willing and able!

Welcome to Pervert’s Heaven:

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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 Will Never Apologize For The Freaky Shit I Write!

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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…

I Think I’m On To A Little Something:

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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…

You Wanna Know The Best Way To My Heart?

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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…

So, Is This What You’re Missing, Little Darling?

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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?!

Are You A Chocolate Woman Like This?!

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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…

Let Me Remind You Of This:

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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