Top 10 Reasons Why Halloween Is Better Than Sex

 

10. You are guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.

9. If you get tired, wait ten minutes and go back at it again.

8. The stranger you look, the easier it is to get some.

7. You don’t have to compliment the person who gave it to you.

6. The person you’re with doesn’t have to fantasize about you being someone else because you already are.

5. If you get a stomach ache, it won’t last nine months.

4. If you wear leather and chains no one give you dirty looks because they think you’re kinky.

3. It doesn’t matter if who hears you moan or groan.

2. There is less guilt the next morning from over-indulging.

1. If you don’t get what you want at one place, you can always go next door to get more!

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I Love Chocolate Cock

I wasn’t expecting any visitors last night, but at about 11pm, I heard a knock at my door. When I answered it, I was surprised to see DeShawn’s fine chocolate ass standing on my porch. I haven’t seen DeShawn since the night before he got married last summer, and I sure have missed him, too. He has a nice, fat 10” cock, and he knows exactly how to work it to make a girl like me cum.

I invited him in, and asked him if wifey was treating him good.

He chuckled a little and said “She’s a’ight, but she ain’t you. She don’t do for me what your sexy ass does. I need some of that sweet white trash pussy in my life right now. Make my cock throb just like it used to, baby girl.”

He didn’t have to say a damn thing more. I dropped to my knees as he pulled out his half hard cock, and started slobbing on that ebony shaft. He tilted his head back in ecstasy, as I bobbed on his dick, and told me that he missed my slutty mouth. My fingers slid down my panties to my dripping pussy, and I began finger banging my cunt.

When his cock was rock hard, and ready for me, I stood up, peeled my panties off and bent over the kitchen table. He stood behind me, rubbing his thick, throbbing shaft on my pussy, teasing me with it. I pushed back on it, but he said. “Oh wait, a minute. I need to know how bad you want it.” He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Be a good little white trash whore, and beg for this nigga cock, loud and proud, baby girl. Come on, beg big daddy DeShawn for his nigga dick,” he urged.

He didn’t have to tell me twice!

Big daddy DeShawn, I NEED your nigga cock! Pound my slutty white trash cunt with your nigga dick!” I pleaded so loud everybody in the trailer park probably heard me.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He slammed his dick deep inside of me with one, hard quick, thrust and I couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure. He pounded me as I continued to beg him to fuck me harder, to cum in me.

Drill me, DeShawn!”

This trashy white pussy belongs to your nigga dick!”

Fill me with your nigga load!”

And he did. His chocolate cock throbbed out that nigga nut deep inside me, triggering me to cum, too. I gushed all over his cock, and called out his name over and over again.

When we were both through cumming, DeShawn leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “Now get on your knees, little snow bunny, and clean up all the cum off of big daddy DeShawn’s fat nigga cock like a good little white hoe, so lil ol’ wifey doesn’t know where big daddy has been.”

Gladly, big daddy. Gladly.

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