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I put my tongue all in yo' mouth, I know you like that too See, my feelings involved, I don't walk around like I'm bulletproof Why he goin' through your phone? He miserable I can't believe they did you wrong, pitiful
KATYA ROSALYN TOKEN (kuh•tee•yuh)
MATURE SCENE AHEAD.
"You suck it too good, I can't drive too." He confessed, watching my every move as soon as we hit the red light. "Gon' have me swerving and shit."
"So pull over" I sent another kiss to his neck, his free hand wrapping around my waist. "Please?" His grip tightening once my tongue went against his skin.
We do this every time knowing we can't stand on shit!
"We pullin' into yo' neighborhood right na'," He mumbled.
"You missed me?" I started pulling him out of his boxers anyways, his chains cooling my body down a bit as my face rested on them. "Can I suck it in the car again?" Glancing up once I realized we were pulling into my driveway.
"Can't sit on my face like I want you to if we inna car." He got comfortable once I wrapped my hand around him, resting his free hand against my neck after he moved my hair out of my face. "Why you be confusing me and shit?"
Opting on silence, I responded by planting kisses around his tip. My lip gloss briefly gluing us together.
"...." I looked up at him once I felt him fidgeting, his lips slightly parting as I licked behind my kisses. The sound of him locking the truck doors letting me know he gave in.
I happily sunk my head down when he parked, having no hesitation since I was getting my way. "Spit onnit" Getting requested from above me. "Please?"
I made sure to make eye contact, spitting right onto his dick as directed— a low hum coming from him. "I missed you" I spoke lowly before sinking my head back down, bobbing for a while.
"You heard me?" I came back up after a minute or two, running my tongue over my lips out of habit. Looking up at him after wrapping my hands around his shaft.
"I missed you more" He mumbled lowly, pulling at my hair a bit once I started to run my tongue over all that didn't fit in my two hands— those already preoccupied with jerking him off. "Fuck you doing?" —Being his way of telling me he was turned on and nervous.
"Grab my hair" We locked eyes after my instruction, his stare being low but stern as he tightened up with my bundles, working my head down himself.
