perfect. He was cute enough to fuck, but irritating enough to soothe her conscience. “I’ll go with you on one condition.”
“As fine as you are, I’ll give you anything but money.”
Don’t worry, nigga. I’m gonna take everything you got anyway. “You have to answer my question, can I make you famous?”
“You can make me anything you want! Believe that.”
She grinned. “Well, lead the way.”
Farah was sitting on top of Glover’s dick, bucking her hips wildly. Sweat spilled off of her body and melted into the curly black hairs on his chest. His fingernails dug into the flesh of her yellow ass as he pushed into her wetness. She wasn’t a pro by a long shot in the bedroom, but the last time she fucked Slade, he gave her enough jewels on how to move her waist. If only you could see me now. You’d be proud, she thought.
While on top of him, she leaned back so that her hands were on the bed while she pushed and wound against him. Her pussy syrup dripped all over his legs, and the bed was soaking wet. She fell into him, and her breasts pressed against his lips.
“Kiss them for me, baby.” He removed his hands from her ass and gripped her left breast and sucked the nipple. “Work that tongue, G. Ummmm, just like that. That shit feels so good.” If she closed her eyes tight enough, in her dreams he could’ve passed for Slade.
Although she was there for blood, she would be lying if she didn’t say she was highly aroused by his fuck game. The nigga was brilliant, and in her opinion it was a shame that such good dick would go to waste.
Finished with her left titty, he moved to the right. When he licked them both clean, he placed his hands back on her cheeks and squeezed. “Damn, bitch, buck them hips just like that.” He moaned. “I’m about to splash into this pussy.”
Farah spun, pumped, and moved her waist as much as she could. Outside of fucking Slade, this was the best sex she ever had.
“You almost got me there, ma. Work it, work it!” As much as he pumped her up that she was handling business, he could’ve coached even the Redskins to victory. “Keep it just like that.”
“You like what I’m doing, don’t you?” This was the best reaction she ever got from a nigga outside of Slade.
“I love this shit, girl! You got me ’bout to juice up in that thing.”
“Tell me you love this pussy.” She was on the verge of an orgasm. “Talk to me nasty, or you not gonna get no more.”
Farah getting up before he busted was not an option, so if he had to talk in tongues to keep beating that thang, then so be it. “I fucking love this fucking pussy, bitch. You a sexy red bitch, and I’m ’bout to let loose in this pussy.”
The more shit he talked, the more she couldn’t wait to taste his blood, so right when he was about to cum, she fell into his body, removed the razor blade that she had stuffed under his pillow when he wasn’t looking, and dug into the jugular vein on his neck. To shield the pain, she bit into his neck and sucked the wound. Glover never felt anything so sexual in all of his life, so he had no idea that he was sliced. He was about to write it off as the best sex he ever had, until she rose up and her lips were bloody red.
“What the fuck?” He pushed her off of him and she tumbled to the floor. In panic mode, he held on to his neck and blood oozed through his fingers. “Why did you cut me?” He looked down at her. His blood was all over her breasts and belly. “Why would you do some shit like that?”
Farah scooted away and ended up with her back against the wall. Literally. “I was just tasting you, baby.” She laughed, exposing her red teeth. “And you’re so sweet.”
Fuming mad, Glover dipped toward his dresser and grabbed his mother’s 9 mm. Now armed, he dodged after her, ready to take her life.
At the moment, Farah’s driving skills resembled a drunk’s, but although she had wine earlier, she was as sober as a newborn baby. Her driving was
“As fine as you are, I’ll give you anything but money.”
Don’t worry, nigga. I’m gonna take everything you got anyway. “You have to answer my question, can I make you famous?”
“You can make me anything you want! Believe that.”
She grinned. “Well, lead the way.”
Farah was sitting on top of Glover’s dick, bucking her hips wildly. Sweat spilled off of her body and melted into the curly black hairs on his chest. His fingernails dug into the flesh of her yellow ass as he pushed into her wetness. She wasn’t a pro by a long shot in the bedroom, but the last time she fucked Slade, he gave her enough jewels on how to move her waist. If only you could see me now. You’d be proud, she thought.
While on top of him, she leaned back so that her hands were on the bed while she pushed and wound against him. Her pussy syrup dripped all over his legs, and the bed was soaking wet. She fell into him, and her breasts pressed against his lips.
“Kiss them for me, baby.” He removed his hands from her ass and gripped her left breast and sucked the nipple. “Work that tongue, G. Ummmm, just like that. That shit feels so good.” If she closed her eyes tight enough, in her dreams he could’ve passed for Slade.
Although she was there for blood, she would be lying if she didn’t say she was highly aroused by his fuck game. The nigga was brilliant, and in her opinion it was a shame that such good dick would go to waste.
Finished with her left titty, he moved to the right. When he licked them both clean, he placed his hands back on her cheeks and squeezed. “Damn, bitch, buck them hips just like that.” He moaned. “I’m about to splash into this pussy.”
Farah spun, pumped, and moved her waist as much as she could. Outside of fucking Slade, this was the best sex she ever had.
“You almost got me there, ma. Work it, work it!” As much as he pumped her up that she was handling business, he could’ve coached even the Redskins to victory. “Keep it just like that.”
“You like what I’m doing, don’t you?” This was the best reaction she ever got from a nigga outside of Slade.
“I love this shit, girl! You got me ’bout to juice up in that thing.”
“Tell me you love this pussy.” She was on the verge of an orgasm. “Talk to me nasty, or you not gonna get no more.”
Farah getting up before he busted was not an option, so if he had to talk in tongues to keep beating that thang, then so be it. “I fucking love this fucking pussy, bitch. You a sexy red bitch, and I’m ’bout to let loose in this pussy.”
The more shit he talked, the more she couldn’t wait to taste his blood, so right when he was about to cum, she fell into his body, removed the razor blade that she had stuffed under his pillow when he wasn’t looking, and dug into the jugular vein on his neck. To shield the pain, she bit into his neck and sucked the wound. Glover never felt anything so sexual in all of his life, so he had no idea that he was sliced. He was about to write it off as the best sex he ever had, until she rose up and her lips were bloody red.
“What the fuck?” He pushed her off of him and she tumbled to the floor. In panic mode, he held on to his neck and blood oozed through his fingers. “Why did you cut me?” He looked down at her. His blood was all over her breasts and belly. “Why would you do some shit like that?”
Farah scooted away and ended up with her back against the wall. Literally. “I was just tasting you, baby.” She laughed, exposing her red teeth. “And you’re so sweet.”
Fuming mad, Glover dipped toward his dresser and grabbed his mother’s 9 mm. Now armed, he dodged after her, ready to take her life.
At the moment, Farah’s driving skills resembled a drunk’s, but although she had wine earlier, she was as sober as a newborn baby. Her driving was
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