me.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he told me one morning as I held on to both of his man-titties to keep myself from being thrown off of him. My head was spinning. I was on top of his great big stomach, riding his little tiny dick. That was the only way I could really fuck him because his dick barely reached the gushy when he tried to get on top.
“Just hurry up,” I muttered as he gripped my ass and moved me back and forth on him. He was laying on the living room floor enjoying his “breakfast.” I had just killed a case of beer before he came in, and I was dizzy as fuck. His stomach felt like a waterbed. It was covered in stretch marks, and it was jiggling and sloshing all over the place. I honest to God did not know if his dick was inside me or not. I couldn’t feel a thing down there. The only thing I felt was sick, and even though I tried, I couldn’t help it when that beer came rushing up outta me and splashing all over him.
“Saucy!” he yelled as I gagged some more, then rolled off him and hit the floor. “What’s wrong?” He sniffed the air. “Have you been drinking, young lady?”
I almost laughed at the sternness in his voice and the concerned look on his face. He musta thought he was my father for real. One of those fathers who have no problem fucking their own daughters.
Three nights later I was partying with this down-south baller. I’d met him in Saks Fifth Avenue and he whipped out his green and paid for the Prada dress I had been thinking about boosting. His name was Dante and he was a newly signed artist who had come to New York to shoot his first music video. I told him my name was Saucy, and his silly tail sang to me all the way to the cash register.
Some mistake me for a pimp cuz I walk with a limp, so good yeah!
And some mistake me for a gangsta and they be saying I’m too damn hood, man…But I’m just your average hustler, yep from up around the way
With that dirty-dirty down south flavah like Cajun steak!
I like Prada…On my fine, sexy women…
I like Cristal, gold bottles let’s keep it poppin till we get finished!
By the time old boy was finished paying for my Prada dress and told me I could go back and pick out a bag and some shoes to match, I was singing right along with him.
“Yeah you like Prada…on ya fine, sexy women!”
He started laughing. “They call you Saucy, huh? Well let’s do us a down-south remix, then! I like hot sauce…on my fried fish and chicken!”
He was funny as hell and sexy too! I told Dante my dream was to break into the video scene and asked him if he had any connections to help me get in the door.
“Girl, you so damn fine niggas would pay good money to have you in they production. If I hadn’t already paid for all my video hoes you woulda definitely had the top spot. Next time I hear about something opening up, I’ll put you on.”
Dante wanted to party, so we hit a few clubs and we drank and smoked until we was both sweating and feeling good.
“Yo, Shawty. Why’ont we go to your crib and hit some skin?” he suggested. He told me he was staying at his boy’s crib and he said the cat’s wife was real religious. After dealing with Frank’s soft fat ass, I was all over old boy. He was young, fine, and best of all, hard as hell. I’d already put my hand in his lap and felt what he was carrying, and his country-ass was a true piper.
We got to the crib and hit some lines, then I danced for him while he took off my clothes. We were tearing Frank’s sheets up when I heard the door slam and some keys hit the table.
“Sweetie, I’m home!!!” Frank yelled from the living room and I panicked like a mother.
“Get up!” I tried to push Dante off me. “Get the fuck up! Frank is here!”
Dante held my waist and thrust deeply down into me as hard as hell. He had the cum face on, and his dick was jerking when I pushed him off me. He collapsed on the bed next to me just as Frank walked in the room.
All three of us was
“You have beautiful breasts,” he told me one morning as I held on to both of his man-titties to keep myself from being thrown off of him. My head was spinning. I was on top of his great big stomach, riding his little tiny dick. That was the only way I could really fuck him because his dick barely reached the gushy when he tried to get on top.
“Just hurry up,” I muttered as he gripped my ass and moved me back and forth on him. He was laying on the living room floor enjoying his “breakfast.” I had just killed a case of beer before he came in, and I was dizzy as fuck. His stomach felt like a waterbed. It was covered in stretch marks, and it was jiggling and sloshing all over the place. I honest to God did not know if his dick was inside me or not. I couldn’t feel a thing down there. The only thing I felt was sick, and even though I tried, I couldn’t help it when that beer came rushing up outta me and splashing all over him.
“Saucy!” he yelled as I gagged some more, then rolled off him and hit the floor. “What’s wrong?” He sniffed the air. “Have you been drinking, young lady?”
I almost laughed at the sternness in his voice and the concerned look on his face. He musta thought he was my father for real. One of those fathers who have no problem fucking their own daughters.
Three nights later I was partying with this down-south baller. I’d met him in Saks Fifth Avenue and he whipped out his green and paid for the Prada dress I had been thinking about boosting. His name was Dante and he was a newly signed artist who had come to New York to shoot his first music video. I told him my name was Saucy, and his silly tail sang to me all the way to the cash register.
Some mistake me for a pimp cuz I walk with a limp, so good yeah!
And some mistake me for a gangsta and they be saying I’m too damn hood, man…But I’m just your average hustler, yep from up around the way
With that dirty-dirty down south flavah like Cajun steak!
I like Prada…On my fine, sexy women…
I like Cristal, gold bottles let’s keep it poppin till we get finished!
By the time old boy was finished paying for my Prada dress and told me I could go back and pick out a bag and some shoes to match, I was singing right along with him.
“Yeah you like Prada…on ya fine, sexy women!”
He started laughing. “They call you Saucy, huh? Well let’s do us a down-south remix, then! I like hot sauce…on my fried fish and chicken!”
He was funny as hell and sexy too! I told Dante my dream was to break into the video scene and asked him if he had any connections to help me get in the door.
“Girl, you so damn fine niggas would pay good money to have you in they production. If I hadn’t already paid for all my video hoes you woulda definitely had the top spot. Next time I hear about something opening up, I’ll put you on.”
Dante wanted to party, so we hit a few clubs and we drank and smoked until we was both sweating and feeling good.
“Yo, Shawty. Why’ont we go to your crib and hit some skin?” he suggested. He told me he was staying at his boy’s crib and he said the cat’s wife was real religious. After dealing with Frank’s soft fat ass, I was all over old boy. He was young, fine, and best of all, hard as hell. I’d already put my hand in his lap and felt what he was carrying, and his country-ass was a true piper.
We got to the crib and hit some lines, then I danced for him while he took off my clothes. We were tearing Frank’s sheets up when I heard the door slam and some keys hit the table.
“Sweetie, I’m home!!!” Frank yelled from the living room and I panicked like a mother.
“Get up!” I tried to push Dante off me. “Get the fuck up! Frank is here!”
Dante held my waist and thrust deeply down into me as hard as hell. He had the cum face on, and his dick was jerking when I pushed him off me. He collapsed on the bed next to me just as Frank walked in the room.
All three of us was
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