I grin, glancin’ over my shoulder at him through hazy, weed-filled eyes. This nigga’s a cutie and his body is fuckin’ sick, but I swear I’m really ain’t beat to fuck ’im, I think, reachin’ for his extra meaty cock. But I wanna see this fat-ass dick spit. I squeeze it, then begin slowly strokin’ it. I wrap both of my hands ’round it, spit on the head of it, then put in work. I rapidly jack his dick; edge the muhfucka to the brink of blastin’ off, then slow down the pace, leanin’ over and twirlin’ my tongue ’round the head. The nigga moans. His dick gets thicker. And for some reason the muscles in my pussy start to contract.

“Bust this fat-ass dick, nigga,” I say, strokin’ him faster, harder. “Let me see this shit spit, muhfucka.”

“Yo, ma…oh, shit, ma…You want me to nut?”

“Yeah, nigga…pop da cork, muhfucka.” I spit on his dick some more, then spin his top wit’ one hand while strokin’ his shaft wit’ the other. The nigga’s right leg starts to shake. The head of his dick swells, the veins in his shaft pop, and the shit gets wider in my hand. OhmyGod, this nigga’s dick is fatter than a beer can. On some real shit, a bitch is shocked at how this nigga’s dick done expanded ’cause I ain’t ever seen no shit like this in my life. And a bitch done handled a buncha dick in her time; particularly before deadin’ a muhfucka. I close my eyes, picture that ho lyin’ bloody on the bathroom floor. My pussy muscles clench. Steam oozes outta my slit. I decide to go for mine and fuck ’im real quick.

“Where ya condoms? I wanna ride down on this dick.”

He catches his breath, leanin’ up. “Hol’ up…there right here.” He reaches over toward the nightstand, pullin’ open the top drawer.