MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Tyrell scoffed. “Yeah. Guys don’t even know, you don’t own a pussy, y’know, ya gotta earn it, you gotta keep earnin’ it e’ry day. Man, white men gotta have money, ya know, but they don’t realize they females is still out fuckin’ wit’ nigga dick, ya feel me?”
Tyrell scoffed. “Yeah. Guys don’t even know, you don’t own a pussy, y’know, ya gotta earn it, you gotta keep earnin’ it e’ry day. Man, white men gotta have money, ya know, but they don’t realize they females is still out fuckin’ wit’ nigga dick, ya feel me?”
From The Cuckolder
Avery came to the Omega Omicron Tau party with Claire Quentin, who was possibly the hottest girl in the entire nursing college. She knew it too. Men reacted like cartoon dogs when a pretty girl-dog walks by and their dog-jaw literally drops to the ground while their dog-heart pounds out of their chest. The frat boys blushed as they stared at her beautiful body and sweet face. Her body parts jiggled in a most delightful way with every step she took, like a sultry stack of jello.
From The Frat Boy Bottoms
She’s fucking awesome, man. And she smokes weed.
“Well, there’s this girl. She’s… I mean, she’s not a girlfriend. But she’s like…” He blushed. He pantomimed a woman’s hourglass-shape in front of himself. “Tits like sirens on an ambulance, dude. She’s fucking awesome, man. And she smokes weed.”
From The Poolboy
Rudeness didn’t bother Rob. Meanness did. Some people had forgotten there was a difference. Rob thought that difference was the most important fact that was largely unknown and unspoken of.
He had a surly look about him. A lot of people would have seen him as rude — quite accurately — but Rob didn’t care. Rudeness didn’t bother Rob. Meanness did. Some people had forgotten there was a difference. Rob thought that difference was the most important fact that was largely unknown and unspoken of.
From The Plumber
“Oh, but girls piss too. Pussy does piss I know dat, suh. But they’s cleaner. That’s the diff’rence. Tastes like piss, yessuh. I know dat.”
“You really like jackin’ dick, huh? What’s up wit’ dat? Huh? Dick don’t taste good, I never put it in my mouth — no how, no way — but I knows dat, yessuh, you best believe it. That’s where piss come from, why don’t it just taste like piss?” He paused, his voice scrunched up as he pondered this conundrum. “Oh, but girls piss too. Pussy does piss I know dat, suh. But they’s cleaner. That’s the diff’rence. Tastes like piss, yessuh. I know dat.”
From The Drifter
She got tits like you wouldn’t believe, and it got Buck’s dingdong revving. Tits like s’mores, shit! Buck wanna rub his verga ‘tween ’em til the burros reach the summit!
Buck shifted to dangle his feetses beside his bunk, ready to jump down if’n need be. Miguel came to his own bunk, the bottom one, and he grabbed hisself the towel he stole from Limey. He kept his face trained away from Buck, like he was either upset or pissed off at him or sump’in, he be wrinkling his nose like a nnoyed chimichanga. Buck took a big bite offa his jerky. The three Mexicans looked at Buck like he was in a no-gringo parta the cell block, and Buck curled his lip at that. This cell ain’t big ’nuff fer four Mexicans and they back hair, Buck thunk, but he don’t say it yet cuz he dunno what’s going upon. A few rough-and-rowdy Spanish words came tumbling outta Miguel and the three strangers.
Buck held that bra catalogue and got distractified by the Spanish lady upon the fronta it. She got tits like you wouldn’t believe, and it got Buck’s dingdong revving. Tits like s’mores, shit! Buck wanna rub his verga ‘tween ’em til the burros reach the summit! Shit! She got kinduva sad face, but Spanish gals is always mad, as Buck do reckon, they got that fiery blood. Buck could calm her down. The bra catalogue don’t show her pussy, course, but Buck could practically smell it, and he do hope that smell ain’t the scent of bunchesa Mexican nutsacks that done shoot jizz all o’er the bra catalogue in his hand.