yardman
Afro-pessimist
I was 14-15, dealing with this girl in Jamaica over the summer. I'm fukking like a jackrabbit, any chance I'm getting, I'm bussing nuts and fukking coochie. I'm fukking this bytch under trees and across the street from churches. So one night I'm hanging out with a cousin, and I get the ring, I look at the phone and I see "punany" in bright bold letters. I tell this nikka later, I'm bout to go dismantle some punash. He tell me, come back and chill and don't let that bytch puppet string your mind with the coochie. I did, but I was still mad though cause I'm 15 and horny. From then on I switched up, and had her sending on, any time I snapped my finger.
tldr: basically, I had no control over the intiation of sex, I had no life, other than fukking her.
tldr: basically, I had no control over the intiation of sex, I had no life, other than fukking her.
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