Ain’t nothing better then thug hunting in the junk-yard. And we sure found us a thug. Kind of hard to miss him. he was dressed out in some bright-ass clothes, but that chocolate skin looked mighty good in the sun. Especially when he’s on his knees sucking cock and legs up in the air getting banged out by our little homie. Thug hunting ain’t easy. Peace!

We found a thug wandering the rough streets of Miami. We quickly pulled over and talked to him, fed him dreams of money,bitches, stardome and rap songs sung in his honor and he was like sweet milk chocolate in our hand. All he had to do was take a dick, in his mouth and then his ass. He seemed hesitant at first, but the dream of getting off the streets and into the Cash money Mansion were with-in reach. So the next thing he new he was on all fours taking it balls deep into his ass hole….One born every minute.

We found a thug wandering the rough streets of Miami. We quickly pulled over and talked to him, fed him dreams of money,bitches, stardome and rap songs sung in his honor and he was like sweet milk chocolate in our hand. All he had to do was take a dick, in his mouth and then his ass. He seemed hesitant at first, but the dream of getting off the streets and into the Cash money Mansion were with-in reach. So the next thing he new he was on all fours taking it balls deep into his ass hole….One born every minute.

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