A dancer named Ellendra was up there taking off her lacy underthangs, while a low and slow song boomed out its beat. Her bits was mad on the jiggle.
“She lookin’ fer a place to spend the night?” Buck axed. Ellendra was purty but not gorgeous, and she got a wide ass you could eat cornbread off of. Buck love a sizable ass-booty. He was a big feller and don’t mind a big gal to go with, a gal with acres of womanhood to explore. The hooting homeboys who filled up Lipsweet ain’t seem bothered by her bigness neither. They be whooping and calling after her like nobody’s business.From Buck on Bottom
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Vanesha Jones
The gals at Lipsweet — a strip club near Baltimore — city not county — was beautyful indeed. Mosta ’em was black gals, which don’t bother Buck none. He loves hisself some black gals.
He admireta hook up with one them. Her name was Vanesha, and she was light-skinned, purdy as a plum, skin smooth as a snowy Sunday. But Vanesha done disappear, assumptively finding some feller with a willingness to buy cocaine. Buck’s eyes got drawn to a perky blonde with tits like sunshine, and Buck don’t wanna look away from her.From Buck on Bottom
Tits like fire hydrants
She got no booty though, like her legs declared war on her hips and won.
Destiny was a lightcorn bitch with tits like fire hydrants, she got no booty though, like her legs declared war on her hips and won.
From Deep on the Downlow
distractory
Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.
Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.
You can text a eggplant to a pussy
Paychecks is on the phone too. Tap, zoooooop, boom, there it goes, paycheck gets emailed to the bank, taxes go out, money all gone. You don’t even gotta spend it.
“You said I gotta have a job. I got a job. It ain’t illegal. I do what I is told. I pay taxes, got a bank account and e’rrything.” Thumper phoned out to show Mr. Perry the bank app. “The bank is on my phone, swear to God, Mistuh Perry, it’s real. Rajesh showed me how. You just tap on it. Paychecks is on the phone too. Tap, zoooooop, boom, there it goes, paycheck gets emailed to the bank, taxes go out, money all gone. You don’t even gotta spend it. You know strippers get paid by phone too? You can text a eggplant to a pussy. Modern world is bullshit, suh.”
The spot where her woman-parts turned into creamy thigh
Her skirt stopped a possum-tongue above the spot where her woman-parts turned into creamy thigh.
Her breasts was half-bared, her skirt stopping a possum-tongue above the spot where her woman-parts turned into creamy thigh. She totteringly balanced a tray of drinks in one hand.
From Zeke the Cowboy
Soft as saxophone sounds
Thumper done spent decades in prison, but he knew a pair of naturals when he peeped ’em, and them two, they was naturals.
She was a beautiful blonde, easily the sexiest in Lipsweet. She got tits that ain’t quit — and they was all natural, for sure. Thumper done spent decades in prison, but he knew a pair of naturals when he peeped ’em, and them two, they was naturals. He whistled when she bared ’em bright and bouncy, and then he passed her three twenties so he could dive between ’em and suck on each nipple. They was creamy and soft as saxophone sounds.
From Thumper the Mover
She got thighs like you wouldn’t believe
You couldn’t even tell she done pop out a kid. Tight as tall tales, nigga.
He sat back and let his dick get hard through his jeans, as this one ruddynut white bitch, Annette Cutter, grinded herself up and down his body. She got thighs like you wouldn’t believe, and you couldn’t even tell she done pop out a kid. Tight as tall tales, nigga.
From Thumper the Mover
The thought of her made his dick hard as a brick of bics
He ain’t gotta work at a stiffy like with that old snatch Ethel.
It was crowded with niggas staring slack-eyed at the strumpets, but most the dancers was white. Thumper liked that. He could dig a white chick. His favorite, however, was the dancer Ebonette. She got booty for days, and just the thought of her made his dick hard as a brick of bics. He ain’t gotta work at a stiffy like with that old snatch Ethel.
From Thumper the Mover
A lightskin badonkadonk
Thumper seen niggas on fire less freaked out than she was, and her pussy snapped shut like a shy clam.
That lightskin badonkadonk Sherry made him stop over and over so she could do new facebooks and check up on her prior facebooks. Once she blueballed him cuz the computer voted down her facebook and put her in “facebook jail” for “subposting the truth about Mexican sluts” — Thumper seen niggas on fire less freaked out than she was, and her pussy snapped shut like a shy clam. After that she wasn’t hot no more to Thumper.