Traps aren't gay.

Heres what Ima do.

Since I look like I work at Pizza Hut I'm go ahead and grab one of them empty boxes that are in my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' store because I always keep an empty pizza box for the ♥♥♥♥ of it until I feel like throwing it away.

Ima go ahead and I'm gonna ring your moms doorbell when I know you're asleep.

She's not gonna answer it at first because she's gonna see a small Italian man, but she's gonna peep through the peephole and see that I'm a puppyboy and everything is going to be alright.

I'm gonna have the pizza box and be like:

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Did you order pizza?"

She's gonna look me up and down, see the abs chisselin' and bustin' through the Under Armor. See the BWC slightly protruded to the left...

And just pull me in!

The pizza box flies!

She said: "Wait a minute, there's no pizza!"

I said: "Well, you just pulled me in the house!"

Throws me on the couch.

Gets to her knees.

Grabs one fist.

Grabs another.

Gives me a double stack because I have the BWC.

Starts sucking.

Twerking.

Twisting.

I'm like:

ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhHHHHH aaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaHHHHHHHHHH~~

That's all I could really do and I submit

And I just bust infinite hot loads of Matrix Juice right down her ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' throat.

Until she gulps...









And gargles...










And asks for more.