“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.”