"My heart, you got a favorite dick?" She parted her lips, then stopped when I pressed my gun against them glossy muthafuckas. "Before you answer, understand that I haven't blessed your womb with my dick or my nut yet." "Wolfe, get that gun out of my face," she gritted against the metal. "I don't have a favorite dick, and if I did, it wouldn't be you." "Yeah, ight. It gon' be me by default 'cause who else you fuckin'?" It was a trick question. Had she answered, we would've been paying a visit to that nigga next.
She know he crazy and still being funny
