**HOETALES WEEKEND PASS** ***free until Monday daddy😘😛*** *..

**HOETALES WEEKEND PASS**
***free until Monday daddy😘😛***

**I been talking to an editor who want to turn my real hoe tales into book form tell me what ya’ll think about their work**

His wife? She always too busy over at Howard, doing that sorority stuff, tryna play the perfect Delta or whatever. She ain’t got time for him, and he’s a whole ball player overseas. When he comes home, he ain’t used to sittin’ still. He used to the attention, the love, but she ain’t giving him none of that. She more worried about them line sisters and her little events. You’d think a man like that—tall, built, used to people screamin' his name—would be treated like a king when he back home. But nah. She barely around, and when she is? She too caught up in her Howard this, Delta that.

That’s where I come in.

He joined my VIP group about three months ago, probably on some lonely shit. I could tell from the jump he wasn’t just some regular dude. He had that athlete shit, but it wasn’t loud. He kept it low-key, didn’t even tell me he played ball until we was deep into our little FaceTime sessions. That’s how it started, him tryna get his nut through the phone. For weeks, we been playin’ that game—him hittin' me up late night, cashin' me out for some FaceTime farms, sittin’ there strokin’ that big ass dick while I tease him from my crib . Ain’t no touch, just talk, just that visual. But I could tell he was gettin' tired of that nigga was tippin so good I let him get the iMessage

Then he decided to take it up to the sky

He dropped a fat deposit this morning after our usual call, like he was tryna make a statement. Told me, “I need you in person this time.” I knew what it was. He was tired of lookin' at screens, tired of that virtual throatma. He wanted me there, wanted to feel me. I wasn’t surprised. I told him to send the Uber money, ‘cause my driver wasn’t feelin’ it today. He ain’t hesitate, wired it like it was nothin’. That’s how I know he used to this. Money ain’t a thing to him.

When I pulled up to their condo? Yo, the place was crazy nice. All them glass windows, everything polished, marble floors, fancy art hangin’ on the walls. It was cold, though, just like his wife. A house like that, but no love in it. I could feel the emptiness as soon as I stepped in. He was already waitin' on the couch, lookin’ like he been hungry for me all day. He didn’t waste no time, came right up to me, tryna put his hands on me. But nah, I wasn’t lettin' him take control that easy.

I grabbed his jaw, made him look at me, “You gonna be a good boy, or you gonna act up?”

He didn’t even speak, just nodded like he knew better.

We moved from the couch to the bedroom, where everything was all pristine, sheets tucked tight like nobody ever slept there. I could tell she barely touched him. It ain’t even feel like a space where love happened, more like a showroom. But he ain’t care about none of that. He just wanted what I was about to give him.

I let him lay down on his back, actin’ like I was just gonna give him that massage he booked me for. But we both knew what he really paid for. He wanted more than just hands on his back. He needed the real thing. I started slow, workin’ my hands over his shoulders, feelin’ how tense he was. The whole time, I could feel him watchin’ me, his breath gettin' heavier, like he was waitin' for the moment I’d take it further.

And when I did? He lost it.

She might’ve been neglectin' his dick all week, but right then? It was mine. All of it. Ha Beyonce playlist was on the tv when I put that big ass fucking dick in my mouth and start doing the Nani twist ™️ look how his dick got bigger and bigger the longer I ate, it’s a puddle of spit on his body literally… I love rich niggas like this who not used to getting their dick sucked on this good.. listen at him moan and scream telling me he bout to fuckin nut … I love my fucking life .. big ass dick erupting in my fucking mouth all over my pretty fucking face 🤑😮🍆💦🤤