“Aye, yo, why you stop?”

She twists her lips up and says, “It smells like pussy around your balls.”

“Yeah, okay, and?”

“Were you fuckin’?”

I frown. What the fuck?! If this bitch starts that ‘I ain’t suckin’ ya dick’ shit, I’ma scream on her ass. “Yeah, earlier this mornin’. But what the fuck that got to do wit’ you handlin’ ya business, now?” I squeeze my throbbin’ dick at the base, grabbin’ her by the back of the neck and pullin’ her back down toward the mic. “You know you like pussy, so clock back in, and clean them balls up.”

She rolls her eyes, pushin’ me offa her. “Yeah, I like pussy, nigga. But that doesn’t mean I wanna smell another bitch’s dried-up scent on your dick, and I damn sure don’t wanna have to be the one to suck it off. That’s real foul, nigga.”

I glare at her. “So you wanna beef, or you gonna finish suckin’ this dick ’n balls? ’Cause if not, you can just drop me the fuck off at the crib, real talk.” She stares me down. I raise my brow, icegrillin’ her. My patience for bullshit is short, ’specially when it comes to me tryna get this dick wet. I’ll cut a bitch off real quick if she starts frontin’ on this dick. “Yo, real talk, ma. You wastin’ my muthafuckin’ time. So what’s it gonna be?”

“You make me sick, nigga,” she says, suckin’ her teeth and leanin’ back over to finish cleanin’ my balls.

I grin. “Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought. I make you sick, aiight. But you ain’t sick of this good dick, are you?” She ignores me, twirlin’ her tongue ’round the head of my dick before pullin’ my cum-funky, pussy-stained balls back into her mouth, one at a time. I lean my head back and allow her to let it do what it do. “There you go, baby, suck that cunt juice up offa them balls… yeah, that’s it…you daddy’s freak-nasty girl.”