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A/N:
This chapter contains some Scenes of a Sexual Nature, read at your own discretion
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"What if somebody come in here?" I asked him.
"Ain't nobody coming everybody either doing something after school or left already, we good." He assured.
"We'll be late for track." I said.
"Nigga you and I both know neither one of us give a fuck." He said.
He got me there💀.
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These were my morals kicking in. May the best man win (my inner whore.)
"You right." I agreed.
I let him proceed. He roamed his hands over my body.
"Your shit fat." He said.
I stopped him right there. I was about to laugh my ass off literally.
"I don't know what your hands touching but it ain't me." I said laughing.
He laughed, "What you mean?"
"My shit ain't fat." I said.
He disagreed, "Nah bro, you got skinny nigga cakes."
He pointed at my thighs and cupped my ass jiggling it.
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"Not at all my legs just muscular from track that's it." I respond.
Orlando slapped my ass with as much force as possible after and said, "Yes it is."
I'm not going to lie when I said it hurt. I also found myself to enjoy it as well. My ass cheeks were tingling for a good five minutes.
"Chill with that shit." I said trying blush.
"Hell nah." He said sliding his hands into my shorts.
He gripped my ass and pulled me as close as possible before sucking on my neck. My breathing grew heavier and my heart rate climbed.
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Finish Line™ (BxB)
Teen Fiction"I can't do this anymore, I feel bad." I say trying to push him off of me. "Just Leave her, you've been wanting to do it." He says before nibbling on my ear. "I just played her though." I said. "Shh." He pressed his lips on mine. He lifted my shirt...
