A little here a little there, take some cough syrup for the hiccup: Don't confuse me with a baby or a seizure.
I met Peter's dad at 4pm, slept with him till God knows when; sex is an art that he will never learn.
You still cry when you have sex? What a penis he had, Too big and too useless—he came before I knew it.
A repeat of the last time won't be a bad idea— hahahahhaha babe of life!
Drive an uber, get some rest: I ended up fucking the man I wanted for my mother! One of the best I thought.
Lets have a threesome, you and your girlfriend and me. I like to see girls fuck.
Basins and maize, children and taste; people amaze me with how they laugh.Two slice of bread is all I ask. Blue is better for a dead man.
Let me check the market! Eat maize and flood in wetness. Wells of cum— handful of orgasm; where do birds go to at night? Why do you sleep with your hands on your thighs?
Do you have weed, a room and some cash? None of the above. A tall man swore, he is angry at God— one that leaves you empty, sore and dry. I know that anger too.
White earpiece for the lonely: funerals for the heavy. Oil is bravery, glide into me perfectly; Tell me ten ways to have a baby or anal.
Today is Friday I need a brush, a foundation and a blush. Red lipsticks and fonts. I wish I was sexier: I'm jealous of my elder sister.
Seventy thousand for the shop, how do you pronounce soursop? Shower-shop or sa-wa-sop? What about lingerie or squirting.
We ate a pepperish jollof rice together, he told me about his NYSC banter. I work with the government now, and there is no God. He kissed me at the back seat of a cab: I know you will find your way.
Hadas is going to Turkey on Monday to strip or school, I'm jealous Emelie said— she's living her life on a fast lane.
I just want a damn job and a visa, some stick sweet and blisters: Go to hell he whispered— make room for me, I want her.
Tomorrow is far! I am not that type of nigga.
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