I remember coming home from work and there was ESPN sport center already on in my living room. I came in the house and saw shorts outside the the bedroom with NYC condoms you get from the clinic.
I picked up the condom wrapper and it was expired.
My heart sank, but then I heard the grunts.
nikka voice was Ving rhymes deep and my girl was making sounds that sounded like it came from her diaphragm. Not those bullshyt noises they make from their mouths.
Youngins, if she ain't singing from the diaphragm, she's lip singing.
Any how, I HAD to bust in and just get it over with. She knew I was coming, he knew I was coming home. I felt I had to die for the p*ssy.
I can't talk about what happened when I opened the door though.