Portray

🚨Sirens🚨

"Aye yo T, come check this out!" Nap-o summoned him into the living room.

Tray squeezed past the onlookers gathered in the dining room to find Nap-o standing behind the freak show with a wad of cash in hand.

"Come on bro, before they think you scared of pussy!" Nap-o cracked, noticing Tray was hesitant at first.

With Tray near him, he signaled a woman that wore a bright bikini to come over. Her curvaceous body hypothesized those taking in the pink attire hugging her brown toned breasts.

"Aye Coco, show my boy here why they call you the baddest!"

As instructed, the woman backed Tray up against the wall. Her hazel eyes focusing in on him. She spun around and got to doing her thing. Her plump, luscious cheeks had a softer feel than memory foam. Shit, maybe even softer? Tray wondered. Nap-o stood in front of the girl, tossing bills on her arched back.
In a matter of seconds her lower back was littered with a pile of bills. Another woman appeared holding two shot glasses. One she handed to the O.G and the other to Tray.

He tipped his head back, downing the shot. Instantly his chest was on fire. He did his best to conceal his sour face. The burn then went. And came the effects of it. The room spun slow. Before he knew it, his manhood started to rise. The woman pushed her back harder against his groan.

In turn, he tightly gripped her by the hips, grinding his body against hers. She dipped low. He followed her down and back up like he was glued to her backside. He imagined Khadijah in her place. Except the woman was a bit taller in her six-inch heels. The whole thing was wild! Though short-lived once Nap-o took her by the hand.

He whispered something in her ear, and she walked off headed in the direction of the back room. He turned back to Tray,

"Aye, tell nephew it's cool for you to crash in the truck for a min." he said before walking off through the crowd.

After hearing this, Tray downed the shot and wasted no time to locate Regg. He came across him in the kitchen. He was conversing with two fine honeys, who were visibly drawn in by his every word. The quiet, laid-back solder gave up the keys without any questions. And Tray was on the move.

He found Khadija in the same spot he last seen her in, nursing a red solo cup. She danced by herself to the music blasting. He stood near the stoop as she did her thing. He grinned to himself, imagining the things he wouldn't mind doing to her. Then he crept up behind her. He got up close, pulling her into him by her thick thighs.

"Damn, I see you can keep yourself entertained."

Off instinct, she turned around, readying herself to push him off of her.

"Boy you almost got socked!" she warned him, still on guard.

"I already had to deal with that weird nihga."

"You mean Nap's boy?" Tray asked, holding back a smirk.

"Yeah, whoever he was!"

Tray could see the mood was shifting, so he had to think quick, "Yo, forget that creep mafucka," he looked into her eyes. "you with me now."

Soon as the words left his mouth, they were on Khadija's. He smelt her perfume. And her strawberry scented lip-gloss. He held her close to him, grabbing ahold of her booty.

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In no time, they were in the back of Nap-o's SUV. Tray passionately kissed her with her body lying across the seats. He found her moans quite seductive, causing the blood in his manhood to pulsate. His hands scanned over her upper body as he pulled up her shirt. When he reached her bra, she moved his hands away,