And for real . . . he tore it up.
He straight tore up the pussy. His dick game was oĉ the
chain!
He took control and laid me back and went to work, and
it felt amazing. I was on my back in missionary, enjoying the
hell out of this fuck. My pussy was feeling so good.
And then I opened my eyes.
Oh hell. I’m looking at him, and it’s like—his face is just
twisted as fuck. It was so contorted and screwed up, it was
horrifying to look at. You know when someone is
concentrating, they make funny faces? Yeah, well, it was like
a Halloween mask was doing that.
I closed my eyes in fright, but damn, it would start feeling
really good down there, and then I would open my eyes
again, and be like “Oh, no.” It was like a scary movie, except
that my pussy felt great.
ͳe thing that really messed me up was that he was
holding himself up with that good arm, and his dead little
baby hand was dangling over my face. And you know, it’s
Roscoe, so he’s sweating and drooling and shit, and it’s
dripping on my forehead.
ͳe sweat and the drool, it was too nasty. I had to do
something, but I didn’t want the sex to stop.
Tiffany: “Roscoe, hit this from the back.”Roscoe: “Ohhhh, youuuu want me to tap dat azz from
da back! YOU AIN’T GOTTA AXE ME TWICE!”