Minx pulled away before looking dead serious.
— Would yo animal balloon lookin' ass prefer mah hand to go across yo face right now?! —
She asked, as if she's actually ready to give this man a big slap.
The kitten wrapped an arm around his neck, standing on her tiptoes, while her free hand groped on that fat bulge.
Glaring at him with a ferocious growl.
— Ya don' call me a damn bitch! Ya Fuckin' heard me?! Ya won't like me when I'm angry! —
Ohhhh boy.
He did NOT just called her that.
That made put out her blunt, and walked up to him. The kitten may be shorter than him, but she sure as hell ain't afraid!
— Hol' da FUCK. ON! I kno foh a HUGE FAQ, yo steroid ass did NOT just call me a bitch! —
Bitch Mode Engaged.
Her arms crossed under breasts.
— 'cuse me?! Have ya LIVED in London?! Ya don' wanna even know what the hell happens. Ion' what yu say. Ya got da muscles, but sho' all talk. —
Ugh, now she's annoyed. She's just gonna take a FAT hit off a blunt to calm herself.