I ain’t even gonna FRONT! When Enrique Iglesias called me up a month after I finger-fucked his tight MAN PUSSY, I was super turnt up at the prospect of that big hard DICK twerking with my tonsils and slamming me up the ASS. He told me he was busy as FUCK trying to make his whack new album relevant, and he needed a “quick release” to get right with his life and set his brain straight… And you just KNOW Ms. Boulangerié Knowles wasn’t going to say no to this fine-ass motherfucker!
He showed up to my place dressed up like a football player, and I was like, “Bitch, take that OFF! You ain’t know jack shit about sports.” He did NOT hesitate to follow my directions, and before you know it, that big dick was slamming in and out of my CUNT like you would not believe it. It looked a little something like THIS:
I’m not gonna lie, I was FEELING the way he turned me out and talked NASTY about how he wished he could marry my hole and fuck it EVERY day! I could tell he was getting close, so I squeezed my muscles tight, reached back to feel his big nuts tense up and sang the chorus of “” while he blew SIXTEEN strings of the warmest spunk all over my back. Then, I asked him to return the favor, and do you KNOW what this motherfucker said to me?
“Bye, I gotta go promote my new single ‘Heart Attack’”.
Oh hell to the NO! This is the last time I offer up my services to this so-called “SINGER”, especially since he didn’t even eat me OUT before plunging that humongous dick all up IN me. What a waste of space! I can’t even believe he’s still getting paid to make dumb ass shit like “Heart Attack”. FUCK THIS.
If you HATE your ears, listen to Enrique’s dumb-ass new song below:
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