Cucked by an M&M

Scott's home early

Red was ploughing the shit out of her. You could hear it a fuckin mile away. When Scott parked his car outside his house, wasted, he could hear it too. He knew what it was. He didn't want to know, but he knew. That bitch. That fuckin whore. Into the house. Up the steps. It's gettin louder now. This fucker is bangin her so bad she can't hear Scott coming up the stairs. He pulls the snub nose from his pocket. There's a gun next to his bed, so he's gotta act quick. He kicked the door open. -Honey , it's not what it looks like. Spare me the crap. -You bitch, you where gonna eat him without me, weren't you? But first you thought you'd bang the mothafucka first. -Now the biting makes sense! That ugly shit talking fucker climbs out from under the bed sheets. Scott takes a look around, he knows there's more than just Red. Sure as hell, that Yellow bastard is in the closet, jerkin his cock to all that's going on. Scott can smell his fear. And his semen. -Honey,please. -Shut your fuckin mouth. He pulls out the gun. -Ayy, cam ahhn, deres no need fo dat! I'll jus take my things an go alright? BANG the motha fucka goes down. -AHHHHHH! BANG he blasts that bitch dead. Good riddance. He glances over at the closet. He drags that slimy mother fucker out of there, cock in hands, and places his face in front of the bed stand. -Bite down on it, you slimy cunt. -What? -Bite down on it you motha fucka before I blast your motha fuckin brains out! -Ok ok! He bites down on the corner of the bed side stand. Scott's foot slams down on his skull, splitting that nutty cocksuckers head wide open. Peanuts and chocolate spill all over the room. He grabs the gun from his bedside. What now. What now.