I smirk. “Whatever, muhfucka; fuck all that you talkin’. Feed me da dick, nigga.” He laughs, slappin’ his cock up against my clit, makin’ my pussy twitch. The shit feels real heavy. “Stop teasin’ me, nigga,” I snap, ready for his dick to stretch me open. I tell ’im to hit it from the back, knowin’ he’s gonna spit in a matter of minutes as soon as I start makin’ my ass clap ’round his cock. A muhfucka can’t handle this juicy shit from the back for too long.

He pushes the head in. Tip drills me, then goes all in, grabbin’ me by the hips. The nigga ain’t hittin’ the bottom, but he’s damn sure knockin’ the sides out. “Oh, fuck…this pussy’s good as hell.”

I crane my neck, peep the nigga over my shoulder tossin’ his head back. I squeeze my muscles, grab at his dick. Make the nigga’s body shake. “Yeah, nigga…take this pussy…fuck it wit’ that fat-ass dick…” I’m nuttin’ but it ain’t bringin’ down the walls. I close my eyes, replay beatin’ that bitch’s ass earlier, keep rewindin’ her whole grill splittin’ open. I start buckin’ my hips, throwin’ the ass up on the dick.

“Oh, fuck…aaaaah, shit…you not gonna let me hit this pussy again, ma?”

I grunt. “No, muhfucka…” My nut is swellin’; my walls are shakin’. This nigga’s dick is stretchin’ me, but it ain’t guttin’ me. I squeeze my eyes tight. Blood splatters. “…uhhhhh…”

My pussy rapidly milks his dick.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah…just like that…squeeze that dick…aaahhh shit, ma…can I get some more’a this good shit, ma? I wanna keep hittin’ this wet pussy…”

More blood splatters.

I’m on the verge of crashin’ waves of creamy pussy juice. I urge the nigga to hit it harder; to dig it out faster. I’m almost there. I slide my hand between my legs, take two fingas and work my clit. More blood splatters. “Uhhhh…fuuuucccck me…”