"Sometimes people come into your life for a reason". It's a quote that I read rapper-turned-actor Eve mention about her first interaction with Ma$e. For those that don't know the adequate rap history, legend has it that Eve worked in an undisclosed strip club in the early to mid 90's as a stripper when one of her patrons of the evening would end up being the Harlem lyricist himself. He would have future talks with her about what she wanted to do with her life beyond breaking the sound barrier with her naked, oiled ass cheeks and her ascent into rap folklore would be history thereafter. I personally feel like that same experience in life applies to myself as well as everyone else. You generally don't know who will enter your life and the impact that they will have until that particular person has come and gone.
Some people come into your life to make your love life better or to make your job a living corporate hell. Random people cross your path to make you richer financially or pop up to send you closer to the nickel house because they have a smoking/drinking problem. Hell you might just encounter an ad for a tailor just in time for you to order an outfit for a wedding you're traveling to next month, while that girl at the bar crawl you keep noticing ends up throwing her bubbly ass cheeks back at you in the men's bathroom because she's had too many (fellas). Who knows– except God (or whoever you pray to.) Shit happens.
Black woman, average height made out of a skinny frame. Said frame is flavor-injected with a melanin level resembling roasted caramel that glows in the daylight. Part of her long black hair (read: weave) is tied up in a bun sitting on top of her head like a crown while black makeup, black lipstick, a bottom grill, tattoos, and piercings decorate her face. That's all that you see as Osa starts this minute and 48 second journey into her private acre of Stanky Land. I can't pinpoint what she tries to achieve with her style but she reminds me of an Instagram drawing by Gabriella D. and the twin that wears the glasses in the rap group Twinonit.
I'm with the shits! (Is that how the youngins say it? Ok.) With that potent serving of fantasy brewed up, hearing her ghetto voice announce that she has to shit adds to my hysteria and the cuteness in her sassy head shakin' wins my heart. She must be one of the kids Bernie Mac was talmbout in his Kings of Comedy standup.
The only thing more beautiful than this African goddess is her garden.
Where else in a scat clip can you find a view like this? Wide open yard with low cut green grass, a concrete slab with Osa's wooden sandals and a flyer lies within the foreground as this fetish faerie assumes the position in front of her smartphone. The rising sun in the sky reaches her uncovering naked lower half of her body while she pulls her sundress up.
She must be the goddess of BMs and pussy drippings.
With her hands secure in front of her, Di's tiny hole expanded mocking the inflation of a cartoon geyser positioned upside down and dropped some quick, green, soft earthy goodness that thumped upon impact. In the same manner, her yellow river starts to flow across her wide slab after gushing from her landing striped cunchie. Definitely looks like a great harvest all piled up!
Behold her gift to stanky mankind.
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