Never fall for the Alabama Hot Pocket trick unless you like nasty sex. Being the victim that I am , I couldn’t say no. To be honest, I had no idea what a Hot Pocket was, but it sounded yummy. Oh, man, I was about to find out the truth.
He got me nice and fucked up first. I sucked his cock and licked his asshole. He was really getting into my rim job. He was so excited that his cock looked like it was gonna burst. His asshole puckered and winked. He pulled away and squatted right over my pussy. “Spread those whore legs wide.” he moaned. “Now open that pussy for Daddy.” I pulled my thick lips apart showing him the pink. I could barely wait for that thick cock. But he didn’t slide me the sausage. Instead he grunted loudly and pushed a gooey shit log out of his stinkhole, letting it drop into my spread cunt. I squealed with disgust and he laughed. “Come on. You’re gonna love this. You’re my dirty whore.”
With a long stroke, he rammed his cock into my pudding filled delight, squishing it out on both sides of his cock. I felt it oozing down the crack of my ass as the drugs kicked in. We were fucking hard, flinging shit everywhere. Just as he was ready to blow his load, he pulled out, rubbing his shitty dick all over my face. Every Hot Pocket has that creamy, cheesy filling, you know. Grabbing my hair, he pushed his foul penis into my mouth and exploded a feces filled froth inside. “Lunch is served, bitch.” he yelled. All I could do was gulp as I tried not to puke.
Never trust a man from Alabama!! Unless he has good drugs to share!!!
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