You Just Don't Care...
“Oh, naw! I’m straight,” the slim, sinewy-built man replied matter-of-factly to revelation.
“What’s that got to do with anything,” cooed the milk-chocolate-complected vixen, playfully grazing the man’s hard chest.
“Damn, why you ask it like that,” he scoffed.
“Like what,” the sing-songy-voiced cutie inquired.
“Like that. All soft and girly and shit…”
“I can’t help it.”
“Oh for real?”
“No, sir!”
“Damn,” his eyes got big. “Shit,” he huffed. “I got a girl.”
“She’s not here.”
“You right. You right. But you ain’t no girl.”
“Well what am I,” the five-foot-nine, slender framed host stood.
“I ‘on’t even know for real. But you ain’t no girl for real.”
“Well, do I look like a man?”
“Hell naw,” he fondled the sissy’s hiney. “You got a li’l shape on you and…and you soft as shit.”
“I know,” shimmied the lipgloss wearing submissive one with a wink. “And you’re hard as fuck!”
“Oh shit,” he mocha-brown face reddened.
“It’s all good, daddy! You’re a man. That’s what you do!”
“True,” he capitulated almost instantaneously.
“If I’m the reason it got hard, I should probably take care of it, right,” purred the host.
“Oh,” he grunted with a primal stare into the sassy bottom’s soul. “What are you?”
“I’m a faggot.”
“Ooh shit!”
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah!”
“What should I call you, daddy?”
“That works..”
“Okay, Daddy! I’m Marlie,” the femboy replied, grabbing the man’s engorged manhood. “It’s so big!”
“I know,” he looked at Marlied intently.
“I’ll take good care of it!”
“You better, faggot! And you better not tell nobody.”
“I won’t tell. I promise.”
Marlie pulled down the gray joggers and examined the generously thick and long, two-tone cock.
Daddy’s heat seeker missile responded happily to the warmth emanating from Marlie’s mouth.
The faggot wrapped his painted lips around the pink head and swirled his tongue expertly.
“Oh shit,” Daddy jumped.
“You like that,” checked the dicksucker.
“Hell yeah! Ain’t nobody ever done it like that,” he confessed.
Marlie giggled and continued to work on the rigid shaft.
Daddy groaned and twisted in unbearable pleasure. “Hold up,” he pushed Marlie away.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not tryna bust before I stick it in that fruity ass. Bend over.”
Marlie climbed on the bed and tooted his bubble butt in the air.
“It’s so perfect,” Daddy admired it.
Marlie wiggled.
Daddy was entranced. He smacked it repeatedly, his love-spear jumping. He knelt down before he was aware and shoved his tongue right into the clenched anus.
“Oh my god,” moaned the sissy. “Oh, Daddy! That feels so good!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Eat that faggot ass!”
“Mmm!”
Daddy stood and grabbed Marlie’s skinny waist. “You ready for this dick?”
“Hell yeah! Give me that straight dick, Daddy!”
Daddy began to push inside. “Damn! You tight!”
“Yes, sir! Just let me get used to it first.”
“Bet!”
“Give it to me, Daddy! Put it all the way in,” begged the femboy.
“You like this straight dick, huh?”
“Oh yes, Daddy! I love this straight dick in my gay ass!”
“Why yo’ gay ass feel better than her pussy?”
“Cause faggot ass IS better, Daddy!”
“Damn right,” he uttered as his nutsack collided into Marlie’s taint.
“Oh my god,” yelped the punk.
“You like that, faggit?”
“Yes, Daddy! I love it! Fuck me!”
Daddy pulled halfway out and slammed back into the secret garden. He began hammering with a steady pace.
Marlie squealed with delight.
“Gimme that faggit ass,” ordered Daddy.
“Yes, sir! Fuck me, Daddy!”
Marlie threw her taut onion back.
Daddy met the bitch with his battering ram each time.
“You like fucking this faggot ass with that big straight dick, Daddy?”
“Hell yeah, faggit!”
“Oh, Daddy! Give it to me!”
“You just don’t care, do you,” he blurted out in a strained voice.
“Don’t care about what?”
“That I’m straight!”
“Hell fuck no! Gimme that straight dick!”
“Bitch,” he groaned, collapsing. “Arrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!”
“Oh, Daddy! Nut in this faggot ass!”
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!!!!! I ain’t never nutted like this!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“Oh shit,” he heaved, still stroking Marlie’s now open hole.
“And you're still hard too, Daddy!”
“Hell yeah, faggit! Turn over. I ain’t done with yo’ pretty ass yet!”
“What’s that got to do with anything,” cooed the milk-chocolate-complected vixen, playfully grazing the man’s hard chest.
“Damn, why you ask it like that,” he scoffed.
“Like what,” the sing-songy-voiced cutie inquired.
“Like that. All soft and girly and shit…”
“I can’t help it.”
“Oh for real?”
“No, sir!”
“Damn,” his eyes got big. “Shit,” he huffed. “I got a girl.”
“She’s not here.”
“You right. You right. But you ain’t no girl.”
“Well what am I,” the five-foot-nine, slender framed host stood.
“I ‘on’t even know for real. But you ain’t no girl for real.”
“Well, do I look like a man?”
“Hell naw,” he fondled the sissy’s hiney. “You got a li’l shape on you and…and you soft as shit.”
“I know,” shimmied the lipgloss wearing submissive one with a wink. “And you’re hard as fuck!”
“Oh shit,” he mocha-brown face reddened.
“It’s all good, daddy! You’re a man. That’s what you do!”
“True,” he capitulated almost instantaneously.
“If I’m the reason it got hard, I should probably take care of it, right,” purred the host.
“Oh,” he grunted with a primal stare into the sassy bottom’s soul. “What are you?”
“I’m a faggot.”
“Ooh shit!”
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah!”
“What should I call you, daddy?”
“That works..”
“Okay, Daddy! I’m Marlie,” the femboy replied, grabbing the man’s engorged manhood. “It’s so big!”
“I know,” he looked at Marlied intently.
“I’ll take good care of it!”
“You better, faggot! And you better not tell nobody.”
“I won’t tell. I promise.”
Marlie pulled down the gray joggers and examined the generously thick and long, two-tone cock.
Daddy’s heat seeker missile responded happily to the warmth emanating from Marlie’s mouth.
The faggot wrapped his painted lips around the pink head and swirled his tongue expertly.
“Oh shit,” Daddy jumped.
“You like that,” checked the dicksucker.
“Hell yeah! Ain’t nobody ever done it like that,” he confessed.
Marlie giggled and continued to work on the rigid shaft.
Daddy groaned and twisted in unbearable pleasure. “Hold up,” he pushed Marlie away.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not tryna bust before I stick it in that fruity ass. Bend over.”
Marlie climbed on the bed and tooted his bubble butt in the air.
“It’s so perfect,” Daddy admired it.
Marlie wiggled.
Daddy was entranced. He smacked it repeatedly, his love-spear jumping. He knelt down before he was aware and shoved his tongue right into the clenched anus.
“Oh my god,” moaned the sissy. “Oh, Daddy! That feels so good!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Eat that faggot ass!”
“Mmm!”
Daddy stood and grabbed Marlie’s skinny waist. “You ready for this dick?”
“Hell yeah! Give me that straight dick, Daddy!”
Daddy began to push inside. “Damn! You tight!”
“Yes, sir! Just let me get used to it first.”
“Bet!”
“Give it to me, Daddy! Put it all the way in,” begged the femboy.
“You like this straight dick, huh?”
“Oh yes, Daddy! I love this straight dick in my gay ass!”
“Why yo’ gay ass feel better than her pussy?”
“Cause faggot ass IS better, Daddy!”
“Damn right,” he uttered as his nutsack collided into Marlie’s taint.
“Oh my god,” yelped the punk.
“You like that, faggit?”
“Yes, Daddy! I love it! Fuck me!”
Daddy pulled halfway out and slammed back into the secret garden. He began hammering with a steady pace.
Marlie squealed with delight.
“Gimme that faggit ass,” ordered Daddy.
“Yes, sir! Fuck me, Daddy!”
Marlie threw her taut onion back.
Daddy met the bitch with his battering ram each time.
“You like fucking this faggot ass with that big straight dick, Daddy?”
“Hell yeah, faggit!”
“Oh, Daddy! Give it to me!”
“You just don’t care, do you,” he blurted out in a strained voice.
“Don’t care about what?”
“That I’m straight!”
“Hell fuck no! Gimme that straight dick!”
“Bitch,” he groaned, collapsing. “Arrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh!”
“Oh, Daddy! Nut in this faggot ass!”
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!!!!! I ain’t never nutted like this!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“Oh shit,” he heaved, still stroking Marlie’s now open hole.
“And you're still hard too, Daddy!”
“Hell yeah, faggit! Turn over. I ain’t done with yo’ pretty ass yet!”
11 months ago
