**HOETALES WEEKEND PASS** ***free until Monday daddyđđ*** *..
🕑 Added 2024-09-13 14:13:09 +0000 UTC
**HOETALES WEEKEND PASS** ***free until Monday daddyđđ*** **I been talking to an editor who want to turn my real hoe tales into book form tell me what yaâll think about their work** His wife? She always too busy over at Howard, doing that sorority stuff, tryna play the perfect Delta or whatever. She ainât got time for him, and heâs a whole ball player overseas. When he comes home, he ainât used to sittinâ still. He used to the attention, the love, but she ainât giving him none of that. She more worried about them line sisters and her little events. Youâd think a man like thatâtall, built, used to people screamin' his nameâwould be treated like a king when he back home. But nah. She barely around, and when she is? She too caught up in her Howard this, Delta that. Thatâs where I come in. He joined my VIP group about three months ago, probably on some lonely shit. I could tell from the jump he wasnât just some regular dude. He had that athlete shit, but it wasnât loud. He kept it low-key, didnât even tell me he played ball until we was deep into our little FaceTime sessions. Thatâs how it started, him tryna get his nut through the phone. For weeks, we been playinâ that gameâhim hittin' me up late night, cashin' me out for some FaceTime farms, sittinâ there strokinâ that big ass dick while I tease him from my crib . Ainât no touch, just talk, just that visual. But I could tell he was gettin' tired of that nigga was tippin so good I let him get the iMessage Then he decided to take it up to the sky He dropped a fat deposit this morning after our usual call, like he was tryna make a statement. Told me, âI need you in person this time.â I knew what it was. He was tired of lookin' at screens, tired of that virtual throatma. He wanted me there, wanted to feel me. I wasnât surprised. I told him to send the Uber money, âcause my driver wasnât feelinâ it today. He ainât hesitate, wired it like it was nothinâ. Thatâs how I know he used to this. Money ainât a thing to him. When I pulled up to their condo? Yo, the place was crazy nice. All them glass windows, everything polished, marble floors, fancy art hanginâ on the walls. It was cold, though, just like his wife. A house like that, but no love in it. I could feel the emptiness as soon as I stepped in. He was already waitin' on the couch, lookinâ like he been hungry for me all day. He didnât waste no time, came right up to me, tryna put his hands on me. But nah, I wasnât lettin' him take control that easy. I grabbed his jaw, made him look at me, âYou gonna be a good boy, or you gonna act up?â He didnât even speak, just nodded like he knew better. We moved from the couch to the bedroom, where everything was all pristine, sheets tucked tight like nobody ever slept there. I could tell she barely touched him. It ainât even feel like a space where love happened, more like a showroom. But he ainât care about none of that. He just wanted what I was about to give him. I let him lay down on his back, actinâ like I was just gonna give him that massage he booked me for. But we both knew what he really paid for. He wanted more than just hands on his back. He needed the real thing. I started slow, workinâ my hands over his shoulders, feelinâ how tense he was. The whole time, I could feel him watchinâ me, his breath gettin' heavier, like he was waitin' for the moment Iâd take it further. And when I did? He lost it. She mightâve been neglectin' his dick all week, but right then? It was mine. All of it. Ha Beyonce playlist was on the tv when I put that big ass fucking dick in my mouth and start doing the Nani twist â˘ď¸ look how his dick got bigger and bigger the longer I ate, itâs a puddle of spit on his body literally⌠I love rich niggas like this who not used to getting their dick sucked on this good.. listen at him moan and scream telling me he bout to fuckin nut ⌠I love my fucking life .. big ass dick erupting in my fucking mouth all over my pretty fucking face đ¤đŽđđŚđ¤¤
