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Maliqui Johnson
KJ~ Sinna
📍Ardenne High School
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I stared through the back glass, as she bobbed her head up and down my length.
The car was filled with choking and gargling sounds each time I went in and out of her mouth.
Throat back.
Her head was resting on the seat hanging over as I stood over her.
This was how I preferred getting top.
Pan knee was too common.
Throat back fi get dig out.
A dem wah fuck artiste son.
I was never interested first.
My phone began ringing and I hissed my teeth and reached for it when I heard my sister's name being announced.
"Yo?" I placed the phone at my ears, waiting for her to speak.
"See the same ugly ass nigga from other day drop yuh bag pan the ground," she spoke.
My bag, weh my strap ina?
My 4000 USD bag?
Sick him sick man.
Ago show him sumn today, today!
"Me soon fawud," I told her hanging up.
I threw my phone down on the car seat and looked down at the girl.
What was her name again?
Oh yeah... me nuh remember.
Me just know say a the boy from the first day a school woman.
Dem gyal yah a wicked.
She have a piece a throat deh.
Only God one knows.
I groaned as I reached my high and I pulled out of her mouth and released all over her face.
Jah know.
What an amiable sight.
She sat up and moved over and reached for the pack of wet wipes in the front passenger seat.
I took out a single one for myself and passed the pack to her.
After cleaning myself up, I pulled up my pants and began buckling my Louis Vuitton belt.
Bare head dem gyal yah gimi.
Certain gyal name nuffi call pan my hood.
And when me ready fi settle down, me nuh want no fuck out gyal, so why me fi give her a fuck out man.
