Hide the Dick
“You fooled the shit outta me,” chuckled the long-shanked dude with the deep caramel complexion.
“My bad,” purred the rich, sepia toned cutie. “I didn’t mean to…”
“You good! I ain’t gonna lie…That ass is looking right though.”
“Thank you!”
“Mind if I ask how you got all that junk?”
“Ass shots, honey! Silicone,” giggled the pear-shaped vixen.
“Damn I was ready to fuck and everything!”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all good. If I’m honest, my shit still on hard right now. That ass is just…”
“Wanna touch it,” quizzed the shorter one.
“Uhhhhh,” he paused.
“There’s no harm in it is all I’m saying.”
“Yeah…Let me…”
The pear-shaped dude moved closer to the handsome, trim-built brotha.
The hetero man reached out hesitantly. He gawked. “It’s soft as…”
“Yeah! It’s real soft, daddy,” cooed the gay guy.
“I see!”
“Watch this!”
The heavy booty esthetician tooted out his derriere and began twerking. His rump was only covered by a pair of leopard print leggings.
Jamar Hayden was mesmerized by the hypnotic gyrations of Dashawn Browne’s buttocks. “Damn,” he groaned. “I ain’t gay, but I kinda wanna fuck you!”
“You can fuck me, daddy! I’m gay. Not you.”
“You crazy as hell.”
“But this ass is phat!”
“Hell yeah!”
“So whatta you say,” inquired Dashawn, wiggling his tushie.
“I’ma fuck you, but I better not see no dick,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“You got it, handsome!”
“Go on an suck this dick,” Jamar instructed.
Dashawn fell to his knees. He extracted the man’s meaty member from the gray sweatpants. “Ooh, daddy,” he cooed. “It’s so big!”
“It’s average,” the single twenty-nine year-old fibbed.
“If you say so. That’s a whole lotta dick!”
“Open that mouf!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Jamar shoved his generous manhood into Dashawn’s mouth. “Suck it with them pretty lips, bitch!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the bottom.
“Goddamn! You the truth! Suck my dick!”
“Mmmm!”
Dashawn bobbed his head. He worked his neck in a circular motion all the while stroking the hefty member.
“Bend that ass over,” demanded Jamar.
“Yes, sir,” replied the sissy, standing up.
“You better not let yo’ dick show neither!”
“I’m not. I promise. You gotta be gentle with all that!”
“Fuck that! You had me follow you up in here with that big ol’ ass. Now you gon’ take this shit!” Jamar smacked the juicy rear-end for good measure. It reverberated something crazy. “It don’t make no sense for a nigga to have this much ass!”
Dashawn snickered, “Yes it does.” But, that was celebrating prematurely. Almost like spiking the ball at the one yard line. The flamboyant fellow winced, “Owwwwww,” as he felt the entirety of Jamar invade his clenched rectum. “What the fuck,” he hollered!”
“Shut up, faggit! This is my ass now!”
“Ahhhhhhh,” Dashawn lamented.
“Relax! You gon’ get used to it!”
“Yes, sir,” the bottom boy whimpered.
Jamar pounded unabashedly. He gripped Dashawn’s texturized Afro with one hand and spanked and kneaded the generous butt cheeks with the other. The supple, pliable fanny gave way to the squeezing and slapping, jiggling all the while.
“Oh my god,” shrieked Dashawn. “Fuck my boipussy!”
“Hell yeah! I told you you was gon’ like it,” Jamar bellowed, massaging the massive rump.
“Fuck me like a faggot!”
“Hell yeah! Stupid ass faggit! I can’t believe you tricked me into fucking you!”
“I’m sorry!”
“No you ain’t!”
The batty boy giggled, “I’m not! Do you like this faggot ass though?”
“It feel good as fuck for real!”
“Thank you!”
“Big phat, pretty round ass!”
“Mmhmm! Big fake silicone booty!”
“So damn sexy! Lay on yo’ side so I can get behind you!”
Dashawn hopped onto the bed in sort of a modified fetal position with a deep arch. His rotund posterior jutted out beautifully.
Jamar climbed behind him. He grabbed onto the bottom’s boy thigh and angled his dick right back in the now open hole.
“Oh fuck me,” screamed Dashawn.
“Hell yeah,” he groaned, thrusting his shaft into the secret garden.
“I love how you fuck me!”
“I love how you take this dick, you gay ass punk!”
“I ‘m your gay ass punk, daddy!”
“You better be! And you better not tell nobody!”
“I won’t tell,” panted Dashawn.
“You better hope you don’t,” he boomed while pounding. “Take this big dick, bitch!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my faggot ass!”
“It don’t make no damn sense!”
“What, daddy?”
“Boys like you runnin’ round with these big woman asses!”
Dashawn giggled as Jamar slaughtered his squishy rectum.
“Oh shit! I’m finna nut,” roared the now heteroflexible man.
“Give it to me,” Dashawn pleaded.
“Arrrrghhhhhhh,” Jamar grunted, convulsing.
“Oh my god! It’s so warm!”
Jamar grabbed Dashawn tightly. Then he whispered almost to himself, “I’ma need to do that again.”
“My bad,” purred the rich, sepia toned cutie. “I didn’t mean to…”
“You good! I ain’t gonna lie…That ass is looking right though.”
“Thank you!”
“Mind if I ask how you got all that junk?”
“Ass shots, honey! Silicone,” giggled the pear-shaped vixen.
“Damn I was ready to fuck and everything!”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all good. If I’m honest, my shit still on hard right now. That ass is just…”
“Wanna touch it,” quizzed the shorter one.
“Uhhhhh,” he paused.
“There’s no harm in it is all I’m saying.”
“Yeah…Let me…”
The pear-shaped dude moved closer to the handsome, trim-built brotha.
The hetero man reached out hesitantly. He gawked. “It’s soft as…”
“Yeah! It’s real soft, daddy,” cooed the gay guy.
“I see!”
“Watch this!”
The heavy booty esthetician tooted out his derriere and began twerking. His rump was only covered by a pair of leopard print leggings.
Jamar Hayden was mesmerized by the hypnotic gyrations of Dashawn Browne’s buttocks. “Damn,” he groaned. “I ain’t gay, but I kinda wanna fuck you!”
“You can fuck me, daddy! I’m gay. Not you.”
“You crazy as hell.”
“But this ass is phat!”
“Hell yeah!”
“So whatta you say,” inquired Dashawn, wiggling his tushie.
“I’ma fuck you, but I better not see no dick,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“You got it, handsome!”
“Go on an suck this dick,” Jamar instructed.
Dashawn fell to his knees. He extracted the man’s meaty member from the gray sweatpants. “Ooh, daddy,” he cooed. “It’s so big!”
“It’s average,” the single twenty-nine year-old fibbed.
“If you say so. That’s a whole lotta dick!”
“Open that mouf!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Jamar shoved his generous manhood into Dashawn’s mouth. “Suck it with them pretty lips, bitch!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the bottom.
“Goddamn! You the truth! Suck my dick!”
“Mmmm!”
Dashawn bobbed his head. He worked his neck in a circular motion all the while stroking the hefty member.
“Bend that ass over,” demanded Jamar.
“Yes, sir,” replied the sissy, standing up.
“You better not let yo’ dick show neither!”
“I’m not. I promise. You gotta be gentle with all that!”
“Fuck that! You had me follow you up in here with that big ol’ ass. Now you gon’ take this shit!” Jamar smacked the juicy rear-end for good measure. It reverberated something crazy. “It don’t make no sense for a nigga to have this much ass!”
Dashawn snickered, “Yes it does.” But, that was celebrating prematurely. Almost like spiking the ball at the one yard line. The flamboyant fellow winced, “Owwwwww,” as he felt the entirety of Jamar invade his clenched rectum. “What the fuck,” he hollered!”
“Shut up, faggit! This is my ass now!”
“Ahhhhhhh,” Dashawn lamented.
“Relax! You gon’ get used to it!”
“Yes, sir,” the bottom boy whimpered.
Jamar pounded unabashedly. He gripped Dashawn’s texturized Afro with one hand and spanked and kneaded the generous butt cheeks with the other. The supple, pliable fanny gave way to the squeezing and slapping, jiggling all the while.
“Oh my god,” shrieked Dashawn. “Fuck my boipussy!”
“Hell yeah! I told you you was gon’ like it,” Jamar bellowed, massaging the massive rump.
“Fuck me like a faggot!”
“Hell yeah! Stupid ass faggit! I can’t believe you tricked me into fucking you!”
“I’m sorry!”
“No you ain’t!”
The batty boy giggled, “I’m not! Do you like this faggot ass though?”
“It feel good as fuck for real!”
“Thank you!”
“Big phat, pretty round ass!”
“Mmhmm! Big fake silicone booty!”
“So damn sexy! Lay on yo’ side so I can get behind you!”
Dashawn hopped onto the bed in sort of a modified fetal position with a deep arch. His rotund posterior jutted out beautifully.
Jamar climbed behind him. He grabbed onto the bottom’s boy thigh and angled his dick right back in the now open hole.
“Oh fuck me,” screamed Dashawn.
“Hell yeah,” he groaned, thrusting his shaft into the secret garden.
“I love how you fuck me!”
“I love how you take this dick, you gay ass punk!”
“I ‘m your gay ass punk, daddy!”
“You better be! And you better not tell nobody!”
“I won’t tell,” panted Dashawn.
“You better hope you don’t,” he boomed while pounding. “Take this big dick, bitch!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my faggot ass!”
“It don’t make no damn sense!”
“What, daddy?”
“Boys like you runnin’ round with these big woman asses!”
Dashawn giggled as Jamar slaughtered his squishy rectum.
“Oh shit! I’m finna nut,” roared the now heteroflexible man.
“Give it to me,” Dashawn pleaded.
“Arrrrghhhhhhh,” Jamar grunted, convulsing.
“Oh my god! It’s so warm!”
Jamar grabbed Dashawn tightly. Then he whispered almost to himself, “I’ma need to do that again.”
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