"We met in Miami, she was working at the mall at the time and I bumped into her at the gas station on the way home and just couldn't take my mind off of her. I never felt for no other female the way I feel about her, all these women come and go but...
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"Baeee...oh my gosh..." I say get frustrated while Dave repeatedly kisses all over my face. I've been staying with him for about a week now and it's kind of starting to feel normal.
"Why keep trynna deny my love girl?" He says lifting up my shirt.
"I'm not babe, you can get sum in a minute I'm trying to text Wes back about my hair appointment tomorrow.
"Fine. When you want some of this let me know cause I'm gon text somebody back to." He says turning over where his back was facing me.
"Nobody cares about your attitude." I laugh climbing on top of him.
"Now you trynna ride, hell nah the bull is off for the day." He says causing me to laugh.
"Yeah whatever." I send the message to Wes then set my phone aside.
I grab his chin kissing his lips softly, sliding my tongue in his mouth. At first he tries to resist me then he grips my ass cheeks sucking on my bottom lip.
He flips us over so he could be on top, raising my leg on his shoulders. Right when he was about to slide the tip in his phone goes off.
"Man what the fuck," He grabs his phone off the nightstand and answers it. I know this nigga didn't just get me worked up then answer the phone.
"Hello. How'd you get my number cuh?" I grab his member stroking it slowly with my hand making him slur his words. I'm finna teach this nigga a lesson about putting these hoes before me.
I slowly place him inside of me tightening my walls. "I...I....Baby damnn. Hol on Paris." He put his phone on mute.
"Baby not right now...ouuu shit." He grunts as I grind my hips slowly. I grip the back of his neck kissing him slowly.
"What we're you saying?" I look him in his eyes biting my lip.
"I'm finna tear this pussy uppppp." He hangs up the phone focusing all his attention on me. He must not want me to leave his ass.
*
"Wait...my leg is cramping...shit," Dave complains holding his leg mid stroke. I look back at him laughing while I throw it back. Dave will fake a stomach ache, a leg cranp or anything else just so he won't buss quick.
"No sir, not tonight." I grip his leg throwing it back slower making sure to arch my back.
"Fuckkk...you got that shit ma. If I nut one more time my dick gon go out." He whines.
