"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...
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So swim had all the way fucked up, but anyways. The rest of my day was cute I guess. To the good part, the ride to Orlando's house.
"Your parents home?" I asked.
"Nah, why?" He smirked.
"Just asking..." I replied.
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"Yeah 'ight." He said.
His car smelled like weed and cologne. He drove a black Nissan Altima with tinted windows. The inside was surprisingly clean. Cute, I guess.
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"This music trash, pass me the cord." I demanded.
"My nigga did you just call this trash?" He asked.
"Yes ma'am." I said.
He handed me his phone, "play something you like then."
"Say less." I said confidently
I'm calling you daddy, can you be my daddy
"I'm just playing." I laughed.
Why you coming home at 5 in the morn'? Something's going on can I smell your dick
"Gimme that shit back." He said
"I hit the wrong button chill." I said still laughing.
I threw sixty racks and it came back I was getting some neck from a gnat
"This low-key fire." He said
"It's decent." I said, "how far your house is I gotta pee my nigga."
It's like five more minutes away.
"I'll just piss in here." I laughed pretending to unzip my pants.
