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All I wanted was some good pipe. I had heard that you could lay it down, so I invited you over. Yous a little younger than I normally like my meat but Sandra had told me how you blew her back out, and I needed some of that! I got you a little drink before we headed up to the room, but on the way, we bumped into my boy.
Now, I know he’s pretty and most people stop to admire that dark chocolate but you was doing more than admiring. I saw when you bit into your lip like you wanted to take a hunk outta my boy. That’s why when we got into the room and I gripped your already bricked up dick, I knew you was a faggot and said so. The look of confusion and excitement in your eyes woulda confirmed it if the flex in your dick didn’t.
When I Call You A Faggot
“You wish my boy was in this room wit you, don’t you faggot?” Your lips parted, and your cock dug into where I held it in my hand, but you tried to deny it.
“No. No. I don’t like guys.” You lied straight to my face. I shoved you back on the bed with a laugh.
“Is it these fat tits that got you so hard then?” I pulled my tits out, and you groaned. Rubbing your softening cock like you was trying to imagine what my son might look like without his shirt. His hard pecs and toned abdominals. You nodded, but your dick was a fucking uncooked noodle now. “Should I call Treyvon in here?” I cocked my head when your dick jumped to attention. “Yeah, I fucking knew it, you little faggot.”
“I’m not! I don’t know why it’s doing that. I want to fuck you!” You pleaded as I straddled you and rubbed your faggot cock against my fat pussy.
“You wanna kiss my boy and sink into his tight ass, don’t cha?” You stuffed your cock into me, gripped my ass, and yelled No! But we both know who you was thinking about when you closed your eyes.
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