He Snatched My Soul by Melanie B. EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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There was nothing like some good-ass head, but the stripper bitch who
begged to suck my dick until the skin came off was straight trash. She
popped all that shit ’bout how she can make my dick disappear down her
throat, with no hands and shit, but couldn’t get my dick to touch her tonsils.
Of course, a nigga wasn’t going to turn down some head. I brought shorty
up to my boy Omar’s office at his club so lil’ mama could show and prove.
Now, this bitch is gagging and complaining that my dick is too big. I ain’t
got time for this shit.
“Ayo, get up shorty!” I pushed ol’ girl off me and stood to pull up my
pants.
“I’m sorry, Bless, let me try again,” she begged.
“Naw, I’m good. You can bounce up outta here, whack mouth.”
“You didn’t give me time to get a good rhythm. I wasn’t expecting your
dick to be that huge…” she whined.
“Man, you’ve been down there for ten minutes. Go on with that shit,
bruh.”
She had a nigga thinking she was some type of Superhead. Lying ass
hoe! Now, I gotta walk around with my balls heavy. I would fuck, but the
pussy is probably trash, like her mouth.
She clicked her teeth and rolled her eyes as she pulled her tight dress
over her ass. I ain’t give a fuck about her attitude. I should be the one mad.
Got a nigga thinking he was about to bust a good-ass nut, only to be
disappointed.
After kicking that bitch out, I went and cleaned my dick off before
heading back to my section. Today was the grand opening of Omar’s new
club. We had been homies since the sandbox, so, of course, I was gonna
show up to support.
I was proud of him. He was making big moves in the
streets and is now the owner of a strip club. Maybe, one day I’ll open up
some shit. Right now, my business is running my father’s company. As I
walked through the crowded club, some chick bumped into me, almost
spilling her drink on my new J’s. She was lucky she was fine as hell, or I
would have cursed her ass out.
“Watch where you are going, jerk!” She tried to walk away, but I caught
her by the arm and pulled her back in my direction.
“Ayo, you bumped into me. Give a nigga your number, and all is
forgiven.” I licked my lips as I sized her up. Shorty was bad as fuck, with a
fat ass and big titties.
Snatching her arm from me, she twisted her face up at me like a nigga
stink or something. “Don’t be putting your filthy hands on-” She stopped
short of her words and looked at me like she’d seen a ghost.
“You good, baby girl?” I asked, concerned. Shorty looked possessed or
some shit.
“Yes. Now move around, asshole.” She sassed, snapping out of it. As
she strutted her sexy ass off, I watched that fat booty bounce, shaking like
Jello as she walked towards the restrooms.
That’s why I only fuck with ratchet hoes.
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