tap out banger number 1

She’s waving her back out. I give her my dick until she taps out. I got Shorty on the payroll, told her leave her ex ‘cause he’s just an asshole. Her pussy cat makes dick magic. I feel like Dr. Inspector Gadget. Got her addicted to me, she’s stuck on me like a maggot. All she wants is to go shopping and purchase a new jacket. Now she flexin’ in designer, got me locked in like a bracket. Call me the plug, she keep comin’ back—no cap, no static. She spendin’ my bread, but damn, that ass still fantastic. Tell her keep it comin’, I’m her favorite habit. She text me at three, “baby, come and grab it.” Pull up, she in lingerie—whole crib smell like passion. She whisper “you the one,” but I know she just tryna cash in. Still I hit it raw—call it love, call it transaction. She moanin’ like a siren, got me drownin’ in her ocean. Next day she postin’ pics, caption: “he my potion.” I laugh—‘cause deep down, we both know it’s just motion. But damn… she look good when she ride it like devotion. She got a side dude—thinks he slick, but he broke. She tell him “it’s nothing,” then sneak back to my choke. I don’t trip, just smile—let her play her little game. ‘Cause when the lights dim, she still screamin’ my name. Now she want a ring, say “make it official, babe.” I say “baby, slow down—you ain’t even paid.” She pout, then drop to her knees—guess who’s back in the mix? Same old story: dick magic, then she dip. She call me at five, voice shaky, “I need you tonight.” I pull up, she cryin’—said she caught him with his side. I wipe her tears, then bend her over—make her forget his face. She screamin’ “harder!”—like I’m her escape. She’s waving her back out… tap out… tap out… I give her my dick until she taps out… taps out…