I87 came inside of his house and shut the door behind him. He called out to his girlfriend, but she didn’t respond. He went to all of the rooms down stairs calling out her name, but still, he didn’t receive a response. Journeying upstairs, he heard the pleasured moans of a woman…his woman. He silently prayed to God that he was in the Twilight Zone, and that his ears were deceiving him, but he knew better.
Cracking open his bedroom door, 187 saw some nigga f*****g his girlfriend like a donkey. All he could see was homeboy’s muscular form. His slightly hairy buttocks slammed into her from behind as she called out in pleasure. Beads of sweat rolled down the back of his neck and disappeared between the crack of his ass.
Heartbroken, 187 closed the bedroom door halfway, and walked back inside
