I got the nigga’s eyes rollin’ up in his head. Got ’im grippin’ my waist. “Oh, fuck…your pussy’s tight…gotdamn, you wet… oh, shit…”
“Yeah, nigga…take this pussy, muhfucka…you like how ya fatass dick feels in this hot pussy, nigga?”
“Aaah, fuck yeah, yo…aaah, shit…”
I close my eyes. Think of how I split that bitch’s shit. See her grill leakin’, and before I know it, I’m wildly ridin’ down on this nigga’s dick, talkin’ mad shit. Sayin’ shit I shoulda been keepin’ to myself. I wrap my hands around his neck. “That bitch fucked wit’ the wrong one…Next time I’ma put heat to her forehead… aaah, shit…this fat-ass dick feels good…You want it bloody, muhfucka? Yeah, muhfucka…I’ma kill that bitch…”
“Yo ma…” I hear Tone’s voice, but a bitch’s in a zone.
“Yeah, bitch…ya shit’s leakin’…skank-ass, gutter-trash bitch…”
“Aaah, fuck! Yo, what the fuck!” Tone snaps, grabbin’ me by the wrists. He flips me off’a him, jumpin’ up outta the bed. “Yo, what the fuck is good wit’ you, ma? You wildin’ the fuck out, diggin’ ya nails in my neck ’n shit like that.”
Shit! A bitch was just’a ’bout to coat this nigga’s cock. I blink my eyes. Bring him into view. Blink again. Tone brings his hand up to his neck, then looks at his fingas. He’s bleedin’. I stare at his clawed neck, shocked. “I-I…ohmyGod, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Yo,” he says, pacin’ the floor holdin’ the side of his neck. “I don’t know what kinda shit you into, but I ain’t wit’ it. The pussy’s bangin’ but you into some wild, kinky shit, ma, for real. Diggin’ ya nails into my neck, tryna choke me out ’n shit. I’m not down with that rough sex shit, ma.” I get outta the bed, walk over to him. Try to touch him, but he jerks back.