Omo! I used to read a lot of stories here on Rantandtalkz about how people complain about a smelly c00chie, but not until I met one yesterday. It was strictly h00kup, but omo, when I started, I hadn’t even stroked five times before the smell hit my nose. Waaaaaaaaaaaaas! Omo, WTF. I was pulling out just to be sure I perceived it. Omo, my wee-wee got soft instantly. God abeg. I just lied that I was hungry. That’s why I let her eat. Omo, I didn’t do anything until daybreak again. I paid her the full N70k, then told her the truth and asked her to take care of herself. Abeg! Omo, ladies, make you do better, abeg!
