Had an out call with Candi just before the demise of CL. [b](CL Pic's posted)[/b] Gave a most excellent CBJ; had to make her back off the l'il man before he blew! Damn, her head game was nice and tight.
Laid between the thighs and thats when the hustle started. [b]Shlop plop, shlop shlop shlop,[/b] is the best I can describe the sounds of passion commin from within. Reached down and under with both hands, and grabbed as much ass as I could for leverage.
Candi, without being undone, reached under my arms and latched onto my shoulders to counter my leverage! No moans, no groans......just labored breathing in a brutha's ear.
I wanted to do a flip and hit it K9 style......She would'nt let go! [b]Ohhhhh, she knew exactly what she was doing! All of eight minutes.... yea, thats right, count'em E.I.G.H.T Minutes.[/b]
Now, you figure........that's .1 per minute!!! Did I get ripped off? [b]Yes[/b] and no; should've had my ass in proper condition; got caught off guard, penalized, handicaped!
I always go in the Pu$$y like I possess superior advantages, i.e [b](knockin the walls out)[/b]
I felt like I was bamboozled, just plain ole hustled, like she allowed me a certain amount of time and pulled the rug from under me.
There's always a piece of "Candi" out there that hinders your ass; somehow puts your ass at a disadvantage!
[b]Yea, the ass was like that; PU$$Y that makes success more difficult![/b]
