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up the pussy. I decline, knowin’ she ain’t ready for none of this black anaconda. “Hell, nah,” I say. “I wanna see steamy juice bubblin’ outta ya slit before you get any of this dick, you dig?” She moans again, throw-in’ her head back, bitin’ down on her bottom lip, and massagin’ her clit with one hand, while fuckin’ herself with the other. “Yo, answer me when I’m talkin’ to you. I said I wanna see ya fingers all cummy ’n shit before I fuck you, ya heard?”
    â€œYessssssssss!” she shouts, windin’ and humpin’ her hips and twistin’ and pumpin’ her fingers into her hungry pussy. I grin when I see her pink hole glisten, then drip. I continue strokin’ my dick in and outta my hand watchin’ her get off.
    On some real shit, I love sittin’ back and watchin’ a fly-ass chick I’m ’bout to fuck play in her hole. That shit is like havin’ my own up-front and personal peepshow, feel me? Damn, you see that shit? She got some big-ass pussy lips. I lick my lips. If the bitch didn’t have so much damn hair between her fuckin’ legs, I’d be on my knees right now lickin’ the folds of her pussy, and suckin’ the juice offa them pretty-ass lips. But fuck that, I ain’t tryna havea bunch of cunt hair lodged down in my muthafuckin’ throat— not tonight. So, she’s assed out. I’ma serve her this dick, then dip. Yep, I’m lookin’ to bang, bust ’n bounce. Damn, what the fuck is this bitch’s name? Shit. I can’t think. Fuck! It’s some exoticsoundin’ shit. Fioni…Falasha…FuFu…oh, yeah, Falani, that’s it.
    She moans again. Her body shakes. Yeah, baby girl’s nuttin’ all over herself.
    I swear I hope she got some good pussy. ’Cause if not, a nigga’s gonna be hot. I drove two-and-a-half muthafuckin’ hours to get it in wit’ this ho when I could be laid up with Maleeka right now, gettin’ fucked down. Now that bitch got that sweet gushy shit. Word up. E’ery time I slide my dick in her, her hot pussy melts all over it. And the bitch is a true champion of ridin’ this long dick. Then again, her pussy is ’bout as wide as a parkin’ garage ’cause all she likes is super-sized dick. That ho will never be able to fuck wit’ an average size, or lil’ dick, nigga. It’d be like drivin’ through a car wash and stickin’ ya dick outta the window, fuckin’ a bunch of wet air. But a nigga like me parks this dick up in that big hole and fills it the fuck up, lettin’ her slosh her juices all over it.
    I get up and slowly start walkin’ toward her holdin’ a handful of dick. “You ready to fuck?”
    â€œYessss,” she whispers. “Fuck me…”
    â€œYeah, that’s right, beg for this cock,” I say, swingin’ my semihard dick from side to side. “You want me to split ya guts open, don’t ya?”
    â€œYesssss.”
    I smirk, knowin’ this ho ain’t really ready. See. Over the years, I’ve learned that there are a lotta chicks stuck on the size of a nigga’s dick. It’s what these dumb hoes crave, even obsess over. And some of ’em are constantly talkin’ reckless ’bout what they can do wit’ a big dick. They front like they really ’bout it—’boutit when it comes to takin’ dick. But then a nigga steps outta his drawers and shows ’em what’s really good, and these same dick-hungry bitches start stutterin’ and babblin’ ’n shit, tryna back outta the room.
    By the time I get to her bed, my dick is now thick ’n full to maximum capacity, achin’ to fuck. I can feel my nut bubblin’ up in my balls. I crawl up between her thighs, liftin’ her hips up. She takes my body in, then blinks. Her eyes almost pop outta her head.