I made a schedule for these stories and haven't followed it yet 😩 sticking to my word is something I'm terrible at. But like I said before it's easier for me to update the story that gets more attention.
And I see nobody is feeling Mona Lisa 😩💔
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Chapter Fiftyseven Mya Anderson Indigoat Photoshoot - Santa Monica, California
So I took the job Chris offered me.
Shocker, I know.
I love fashion and dressing him is always something that I enjoy. And what's better than getting to work with your man?!
I'm still a little worried about this tour and how it's going to work out. Having Landon will not be easy. There's really no one to watch him, unless Aunt Christine is there but she has other things to worry about. Chris said he has it all figured out and we shall see.
Right now, I was trying to get him into his first outfit but every time I would left my head he's try to kiss me. It was cute but I needed him to stop so that I'll be able to focus.
I started fixing the collar on his shirt and he leaned down to kiss me. "Chris would you stop?" I laughed while stepping back.
"Your lips shouldn't be so tempting and you smell so damn good." He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, burying his face in my neck.
"You have to be on set in like 15 minutes."
"That's more than enough time." Chris pulled down my leggings and tossed them.
"Somebody can come in here." I whined as he picked me up and sat me on the vanity. Biting down on my lip, my head tilted as he rubbed my other set of lips through the fabric of my thong.
"We good, now quit complaining so that we can make this quick." He moved my thong over then unbuttoned his pants. Before I could blink he was inside of me. His lips landed on mine then his tongue slipped in my mouth. Trying to control my moans, my nails dug into the back of his shirt and I heard it rip. I want to be mad right now but this feels too good.
Chris stroked in and out of me causing me to whimper. His hand gripped my thigh tightly.
How are we supposed to work together when he can't even control himself?
I could feel my orgasm nearing so I started matching his rhythm. We had a good thing going on but the door opened. "Aye Breezy they ready for you." Keeis said. "Daaaaaamn, y'all for real?!"
