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“Mmm. Yes. Kiss it. Kiss it. Now catch my juices with your tongue and lick in my crack. Oooh…I wanna feel your long, sweet tongue in my crack. Mmmm. Lick in my ass, baby…”
I rapidly stroke my dick, stretching out my long legs, opening and closing my toes. I’m on the verge of busting this nut. I feel it filling
up in my balls.
I groan. Feel myself on the edge of a nut. “I’m reaching between your legs, playing with your clit.”
She moans loudly. “Mmm. Pull open my pussy, and put your tongue in it.”
“Yeah, baby.” I flick my tongue in and out of my mouth, making licking sounds. “Aaah, yeah, that pussy tastes good. Wet, juicy pussy.”
“Ooh yes, yes, yes…lick it, lick it. Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh…”
“Yeah, come all over my tongue, baby. Look at that pretty pink pussy. Aaah, uhh…tastes so motherfucking—”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m com—”
“Hello? You still there?”
Silence.
“Hello?”
Hard dick in hand, while hanging on the precipice of popping a big, thick nut, I frown.
The motherfucking line is dead.
“Fuck,” I mutter as my nut spurts out of my dick, splashing on my stomach and over my hand. I keep stroking until another nut spurts out. I grab my dickhead and squeeze out the last bit of my nut, before grabbing a towel and cleaning myself up.
“Shit.” I lift up in my seat and pull my sweats and underwear up over my hips. I stretch out in my chair, removing my bluetooth, then leaning my head back on the headrest.
Damn that was a good nut.
I guess you’re wondering what’s my deal. So I’ll tell you straight up. I’m a thirty-five-year-old man in a loveless marriage. Stuck in an unhappy situation with the mother of my daughter. Nah. Actually, it’s a fucked-up one. I hate this bitch. Excuse me for calling her out of her name. But that’s what she is. Well, that’s what she’s become. A bitch. Not that I’ve ever called her that to her face. She’s still the mother of my daughter, even if I don’t have any respect for her. Still, on many occasions—when she starts with her shit, I’ve come real close to it, calling her a bitch. And I think it. All. The. Time.
Every waking moment that I’m around her, I feel it.
She’s a fucking spiteful-ass bitch!
I never thought I’d ever call a woman the B-word. Never had. Until recently. Until this mood-swinging, bipolar bitch showed me who she really is.
Fucking miserable!
A lazy-can’t-hold-a-job paranoid piece of ass!
We’ve been together, unfortunately, for nine years, and the longest she’s held on to a job is like, two, maybe three, months. Then she either quits or gets fired. But she’s never the problem. Everyone else is.
It’s always the blame game with her.
Poor Stephanie. Everyone’s always picking on Stephanie. Bull-shit. It’s her shitty-ass disposition that keeps her from holding down a job, and no one wanting to fuck with her. Yeah, on paper she looks good, and she can sell herself in the interview, but then she gets the job and they start to see what type of broad she is.
Always late.
Always defensive.
Always calling out sick.
Always making excuses.
