Lisa Austin

“Mr. Onfoenem got on every fucking nerve that I had. I couldn’t stand that Chicago mild sauce eating bitch. I was even more pissed that I let him make my pussy spit up using a fucking gun. What type of ghetto King Von ass shit was that? I wanted to kick my own ass because I actually liked the shit. His face was so close to my kitty that I knew for sure he was going to reach in and lick it. That mouth of his was remarkable and I knew the nigga was teasing me by not giving it to me last week.”
― Lisa Austin, Put It on the Mob

“Goal, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but you need a shower. Bad. Like really bad. Like, you smell sour and pissy-” “Aite, aite, I get it. See how you doing yo’ papi? I wasn’t gone even say nothing about you smelling like a Wendy’s baconator with extra onion. But okay. Cool. We can both take this union to the shower with our funky asses.”
― Lisa Austin, Exhilarated 3