“Damn, ma, you got some killa pussy. Ah…uh. Shit. This pussy is mad tight. Yeah, baby. Just like that. Got my dick wetta than a muhfucka,” he said in between his moans, grunts, and groans.

If you only knew, I thought, smilin’. “That’s right, make my pussy cum, nigga,” I whispered into his left ear. “Fuck this pussy. Give me that nut, daddy. Yeah, nigga, just like that…fuck this pussy…Mmmm, give me that nut.” The lower I spoke, the harder he jabbed his dick in me. “Oh, yes,” I moaned. I sucked on his ear lobe, then stuck the tip of my tongue into his ear. “Oooh, daddy, this dick feels so good. You ready to give me that hot nut?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ’bout to spit. Oh, shit. Damn, girl.”

I cut my eyes over at the clock again: 11:52. I quickly gazed down at the unsuspectin’ victim beneath me. He was ’bout to bust his dick milk. I smiled. And in one swift move, I reached up under the pillow and pulled out my shiny black silencer gun.

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I’m cuuuuming, baaa—” Theessrrpp! Before he could finish, before he could get his nut off, I shot him dead center in his forehead. Mission complete, I thought, pullin’ myself up off this dead nigga’s still stiff dick.

I stared at his lifeless body, silently admired his perfectly chiseled abs and his big, black dick, then yanked off the condom and dropped it into a Ziploc baggie. I licked my lips, watchin’ his nut spurt and run outta the tip of his dick. I shook off the thought of lickin’ it up from ’round his big, hairy balls, diggin’ into my Gucci satchel and pullin’ out a bottle of rubbin’ alcohol and a pack of wipes. I started wipin’ him down. Leavin’ a trail of clues that could potentially lead back to me was not an option. I was a stickler for details and there was no room for bein’ sloppy, which is why I always did my dirt solo.