Anyway, I leaned forward with my titties sweeping back and forth across his chest as I pounced and galloped up and down on his dick, fucking him until his eyes rolled back in his head. Let me tell you how I had him moaning and calling out my name, telling me how good this pussy is. My juicy hole slurped all over his dick, sucking the nut out of him. And when I was done, I rolled over onto my back and without giving him a second glance, I told him to “Get out!” And you want to know what this mofo had the nerve to do? He looked at me like I was crazy. He didn’t say it, and I didn’t give him a chance to. That look was all I needed.
“No, negro,” I snapped, “you the crazy one, tryna half fuck me! Now see yourself out, ’cause your services are no longer needed.”
Dude grabbed his shirt, hastily putting on his clothes, then walked out the bedroom. “Fuckin’ bitch,” I heard him mumble as he stomped his way out into the hallway, then down the stairs and out the door, slamming it so hard that the windows upstairs rattled. Like I gave a fuck! Yeah, I had probably bruised his ego, okay, and? Humph, some men are like spoiled-assed babies, pouting and whining when their little feelings get hurt. Whatever!
See, that’s the problem with a lot of these big-dick niggas, which is why I sometimes wonder if dick size really matters, or is it really all about the motion of the ocean? Well, I guess it does matter depending on what you’re in the mood for.