yackin’ my hacky sack

1. sucking and licking my scr-t-m (like the girls do in jonni darkko’s films “suck b-lls” (2010); “suck b-lls 2” (2011) & “suck b-lls 3” (2013); all released by p-rnographic production studio evil angel).

2. riding me hard or d-gg-ng me (as a boss does to a peon worker or something like that); or incessantly annoying or pestering me in some way.

3. talking (id est: “yacking” or in this case “yackin'”) to me in such a way that you are incessantly annoying or pestering me with your prattle.

examples for #s 2 & 3:

2. would you stop yackin’ my hacky sack about the dallas job. i told you three times already, i have another customer’s order that takes priority. i won’t be able to get to the dallas account until next week, probably not till thursday or so. jesus!

3. my little nephew followed me around all day telling me about his model train set and his dream of being the world’s first interplanetary janitorial supplies salesman. i mean i got to the point where i just couldn’t stand it. i finally knelt down, smacked him across the face and vociferated, more in desperation than malevolence: “would you please! stop yackin’ my hacky sack, just for 10 minutes, please!” but it didn’t make any difference. i mean, i guess, what do you expect on thanksgiving, right. sheesh, . . . family.
example for #1:

1. ralf: that sl-t phoenix marie was crazy on my c-ck last night man! she’s all messy and sloppy with the bl-wj-b, and she does everything, i mean she’s an all-rounder when it comes to the oral s-x action. she started out sucking d-ck like the pro she is, but then she started yackin’ my hacky sack and shovin’ her fingers down her throat to get profuse amounts of sputum on the bag, rubbin’ it all around the lose sweaty b-mpy skin and slurping it back up along with the tea bag, then with all this spit and my bag in her mouth she practically starts ululating, making this gargling spit sound and humming vibration feeling trying to get me to bust. sh-t, but what finally lit me off was when right after all that she swallowed the c-ck down her throat and vacuumed up the b-lls into her mouth too, just sitting there on her knees, sputtering and gagging all this sloppy slimy spit out her mouth and nose, with most of it streaming out her nose ‘cause her mouth and throat were filled with my c-ck and b-lls!

sh-t man, it was crazy, and the worst part is, she didn’t finish ‘til isha prayer was five minutes in, so i was late for that.

tim (disapprovingly shaking his head from side to side with one corner of his mouth in an unsatisfied looking smirk): huh, figures. i tell ya . . . b-tches.