Bring a bucket and a mop

BTW, I know may gay men do not like the word 'pussy'. Too bad. The song is written from a woman's point of view, so of course, it's gonna be there. But there's no reason not to make it mine. So here we go. Ready for some TMI? This is gonna be NC-17.

Well, concerning the video, it's fire. All I have to say is that they ate it. That's some very good choreo. Sexy and sexual. Fun and smart. And I'm here for it, because TALENT. Those are some very talented people in that video. Also, because it was just a matter of time for the gays to jump into a song that talks about good fucking. And a man who can fuck well is a man who's got my attention. And the attention of a lot of people, apparently. You have no idea how many of my friends DM'd me this video. Well, if you'd had it, you'd have DM'd it to me too. Because by now you know me. And you know that a little bit of raunch is always welcome. Let's see, that song goes...

I said, certified freak

Seven days a week
Wet ass-bussy
Make that pullout game weak

I think deep down we are all certified freaks. I know for certain that even the most apparently harmless man can be a sex machine. You can look like a meek accountant, but once the mojo strikes, the object of your lust better takes cover. I should know. I've had men you would not suspect for a second give me the fuck of a lifetime. Very few people would know it, though, but with the right man, I can let my freak fly in bed like it's nobody's business and things can get pretty interesting. I don't consider myself to be especially attractive or sexy, but when I really like a man and that man knows how to treat me, there's very few things I would not try in with him and that makes me FEEL sexy.  Yep. I'll try most everything at least once. I'mma let him get it and there's gonna be spit, sweat and cum. And not always in that order.

Extra large and extra hard

Put this bussy right in your face

Swipe your nose like a credit card

Hop on top, I wanna ride

I do a Kegel while it's inside

Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes

This bussy is wet, come take a dive

Tie me up like I'm a surprise

Let's role play, I wear a disguise

I want you to park that big Mack Truck

Right in this little garage

Make it cream, make me scream

Out in public, make a scene

I don't cook, I don't clean

But let me tell you how I got this ring

There's few things that get me going faster than a man with a nice, hard dick. Be it bulging in your pants or bobbing up and down, it's my Kryptonite. I guess I'm very visual, and seeing the man I'm with get hard is one hot pleasure, baby. My legs get weak and my mouth waters. My heart beats faster and my breathing gets shallow. It's gonna be head down/ass up in no time, I know. But when he grabs me and it's clear he's gonna lick it up like there's no tomorrow I just KNOW I'm gonna get fucked good. There's nothing like a man eating you up like you're a ripe fruit to give you that feeling that everything is gonna burn down to the ground and you're not gonna care. Basically, he's getting you ready to get dickmatized. And there's no lying, the gusto he puts in it lets you know how much he wants to fuck you. That feeling right there, that's good sex.

It's a fantastic feeling, I think. One that makes us breath quickly. It's a feeling that's gonna make you tighten up all all around him. You're gonna let him feel that you can (and will) gobble him up. There's gonna be that urgent kissing that tells you you're getting it good from a man who wants to give it to you good. It's the give and take, it's the persistent tongue that speaks volumes. And then he stops kissing you to come up for air and then he looks at you. I'm getting a little worked up just thinking about it, TBH.  One of the things that really turns me on is when he looks at me right in the eye while we're fucking. That unwavering stare that goes on for one, two, six... ten strokes. That's good sex.

Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker

I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker

Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra

With a hook in it, hope it lean over

He got some money, then that's where I'm headed

Bussy A1, just like his credit

He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it

I let him taste it, now he diabetic

I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that little dangly dang

That swang in the back of my throat

My head game is fire, punani Dasani

It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy

I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me

I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo!

When it comes to sex, I like men who know what they want: me. There's nothing like being with a man you just know wants to fuck you until you cannot take it anymore. It's atavistic, I guess. You get goosebumps, your dick plumps, you salivate a little. You just know you two are gonna fuck until you just kind of lay there, incapable of meeting his strokes one by one because there's only bliss. A man who goes for it with gusto and stamina is a man worth keeping. A man whose heart you can feel beating hard when your back touches his chest. That's good sex.

And if he's gonna lick you till he gets to the center of it, you're gonna give him head like he's never had it done before. There's nothing like returning the favor, right? And btw, there's not a polite way to give a blow job. You either give a blow job or you don't. When giving head you need to gag, you need to slobber, your saliva needs to get thick and your eyes need to water. You hum around his dick and you groan. Your tongue works overtime, his cockhead is your goal. You slurp up and down that rod like there's no tomorrow. Saliva trickling down his balls. That's a blow job. You go down on that dick until you gag and he tightens up and his thighs get steely. And then you go up for air and go down again. If your gag reflex doesn't kick in at least once, you need to go deeper. That cock is hard as a rock, and it needs to get wet. Head game needs to be fire. That's good sex.

Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeda

Big D stands for big demeanor

I could make you bust before I ever meet ya

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name

There's a lot to say about a man who can eat ass. I know it's not everybody's favorite dish, but man, when you can find the one who can eat you out with gusto and passion, then you're done. He's gonna eat it like looking for truffles and you're gonna like it. Just listening to his labored breathing makes you wanna help him with your hands. Get in there, Daddy. Big D does stand for big demeanor. The dick does not need to be over nine inches for the man to have BDE. If he's gonna wreck you, he's gonna wreck you. He's gonna do you and you know it's gonna be good. You're gonna spell your name while you're at it using only the  movement of your waist. Morse or cursive. It's up to you and how you need it then and there. That's good sex.

Now from the top, make it drop

That's some wet ass bussy

Now get a bucket and a mop

That's some wet ass bussy

I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP

That's some wet ass bussy

Macaroni in a pot

That's some wet ass bussy

So that was your TMI moment for the week. Now you know why I like the song and that I like it hard and raunchy. Bet you're not surprised, are you? And if you have got the digits for the guy with the mop and the bucket in that video, hand them over. I'm ready for some Macaroni in a pot. Been ready for that for awhile now.

XOXOX

P.S. Debra may want to wait until the end. There seems to be something for everybody in this video, natch.