Page 10 of Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang

I lift my legs, bend at the knees, and part my pussy open wider. “Yeah, nigga…stretch my pussy, muhfucka ’cause this’ll be da first and last time you hit this good shit, so you need’a get wit’ da program before I decide to change my mind and shut shit down.”

“Daaaaamn, ma, it’s like that?”

“Like I said,” massagin’ my clit, eyein’ him all sexy like, “you want this pussy, then you betta beat this shit down, now, ’cause there ain’t gonna be no lata.”

“Then I guess I better mak

e it pop,” he says hurriedly gettin’ up to grab another condom. He rips it open then rolls it down onto his bricked dick. “And this time, I’m on top.”

I smirk. “Whatever, muhfucka; fuck all that you talkin’. Feed me da dick, nigga.” He laughs, slappin’ his cock up against my clit, makin’ my pussy twitch. The shit feels real heavy. “Stop teasin’ me, nigga,” I snap, ready for his dick to stretch me open. I tell ’im to hit it from the back, knowin’ he’s gonna spit in a matter of minutes as soon as I start makin’ my ass clap ’round his cock. A muhfucka can’t handle this juicy shit from the back for too long.

He pushes the head in. Tip drills me, then goes all in, grabbin’ me by the hips. The nigga ain’t hittin’ the bottom, but he’s damn sure knockin’ the sides out. “Oh, fuck…this pussy’s good as hell.”

I crane my neck, peep the nigga over my shoulder tossin’ his head back. I squeeze my muscles, grab at his dick. Make the nigga’s body shake. “Yeah, nigga…take this pussy…fuck it wit’ that fat-ass dick…” I’m nuttin’ but it ain’t bringin’ down the walls. I close my eyes, replay beatin’ that bitch’s ass earlier, keep rewindin’ her whole grill splittin’ open. I start buckin’ my hips, throwin’ the ass up on the dick.

“Oh, fuck…aaaaah, shit…you not gonna let me hit this pussy again, ma?”

I grunt. “No, muhfucka…” My nut is swellin’; my walls are shakin’. This nigga’s dick is stretchin’ me, but it ain’t guttin’ me. I squeeze my eyes tight. Blood splatters. “…uhhhhh…”

My pussy rapidly milks his dick.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah…just like that…squeeze that dick…aaahhh shit, ma…can I get some more’a this good shit, ma? I wanna keep hittin’ this wet pussy…”

More blood splatters.

I’m on the verge of crashin’ waves of creamy pussy juice. I urge the nigga to hit it harder; to dig it out faster. I’m almost there. I slide my hand between my legs, take two fingas and work my clit. More blood splatters. “Uhhhh…fuuuucccck me…”

“Can I keep hittin’ this pussy, ma?”

“Uhhh…nooooo, nigga…aaaah…”

“Let me keep hittin’ this, ma…”

“Uhhhhh…Shut da fuck up and fuuuuuuuck meeeee, muhhhhhfucka…”

He starts slappin’ my ass. I block out his grunts and groans. Concentrate on my fist connectin’ to that bitch’s face. More blood splatters. But it’s not enough to spin’a bitch into a seizure. I need more.

“Bang it harder, muhfucka…is that all you got? What, you scared of da pussy, nigga?”

He grabs me by the waist, rapidly slams himself in ’n outta me.

“Oh, you wanna talk shit, ma? You want a muhfucka to beat ya guts in?”

I’m clutchin’ the sheets. My eyes are shut tight. I have a 9mm wit’ a silencer in my hand. I buck my hips. Moan. “Uhhhhhh… ohhhhh, shiiiiiit…”

I slam my chrome into that booga bear’s grill, knockin’ her fronts out. More blood splatters. I let out another loud moan.

“Ohhhh, shit, ma, your pussy is soooooo fuckin’ wet…Goddaaaaamn…”

“Fucccccck me…fuuuuuccccck me…” I chant, wildly windin’ my hips ’n bangin’ my ass back up on the dick. I raise my gun. “Uhhhhhh…oohhhhh, yesssssss…”

I pull the trigger.

“Yesssssssssssssss….”

I pull the trigger, again.

My pussy muscles squeeze this nigga’s dick in sync to me dumpin’ my clip into her dome.

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