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- her name shawty - : 'Majesty Monroe'
- home - :
"Good morning..." Artist greeted, rolling over to face me. "Morning, bubba." I replied, rubbing my nose against his smiling. "sleep good?" he questioned, rubbing my shoulder, slowly lifting the covers. "as always." I smiled. Artist and I have been seeing each other for about 11 months, 10 days, and 11 hours. There's not enough words in my vocabulary to properly describe how I feel about Artist.
"What adventure we taking today?" he asked kissing my neck. " toothbrush and colgate." I told him, getting from underneath the covers. I walked into our bathroom, turning on the lights and proceeding with my daily routine. I turned on the faucet and brushed my teeth. I washed my face, but I stopped mid-wash because I felt Artist's presence behind me. "cute ass..." he mumbled rubbing himself against my ass. "'preciate it papa.." I replied, getting the remaining face-wash off of my face. "mhm." he added, as he grabbed his spin-brush. "pass me the toothpaste ma'." Artist asked grabbing my neck. I moved his hand and handed him the toothpaste.
"we can get physical later..." I reassured him walking out the restroom. I felt Artist tug at one of my braids, causing me to turn around. "We can do that shit right now." he said, spitting his toothpaste out into the sink. "Boyyy!" I stretched rolling my eyes with a slight chuckle. "Boyyy, nuffin'", he argued. "come here..." I loosened Boogie's grip, and went back into our bedroom. I heard an irritated groan from Artist, I already knew what that meant...
Despite that, I ignored Artist, and continued to lay across our bed. "Yo' stop playin'!" Artist said raising his tone, and grabbing my pelvis. "baee," I started. "st-!" I tried to argue. "hush!" Artist demanded. I rolled my eyes, and gave in. Artist stripped me out of my bra, slowly caressing my chest. "Why you always playing?" Artist questioned. "I wasn't in the mood to be fucked right now." I explained rubbing his bare chest.
"gimmie kiss..." he added, leaning towards me. I pecked Artist lips, and rolled onto my stomach. "fuck you doin'?" Artist blurted out, pulling my hair. "Oww!" I screamed out, "Boogie Stopp!!" "gimmie kiss!!" he aggressively said, gripping my neck, and pulling me up towards his chin. "Mmm..." I moaned, becoming turned on by his aggressive tactics. I kissed Artist, opening my mouth, causing Artist to stick his tongue inside. "baby..." I moaned in the kiss. Artist pulled away, looking me dead in the eyes. "What?" he groaned. I gave him a smirk, "you kno' what bozoo!" I added, grabbing the bulge in his boxers.
"suck it!" he demanded, pulling down his boxers. "Damn.." I muttered, arching my back, and lowering my mouth to the tip. I licked the pre-cum, and slowly caressed his tip with my index finger. biting his lip, Artist watched as I teased him. "You like it Daddy?" I coyed, jerking him off, making him lean his head back slightly. "Put it in ya mouth..." he replied. I nodded off, and began sucking Artist's manhood. "Ahh, Daddy like that shit..." he moaned out. I felt a rush of lust through my body, driving Artist crazy, made me go crazy. I took my right hand and played with his balls, deepthroating in unison. "God-, Monroe' i'm boutta nut!!" Artist groaned gripping my hair, shoving his dick down my throat, finally nutting in my tonsils.
"Shit!" he said, wiping my mouth. "Mmm..." I moaned, as I grabbed his hand. Artist looked down at me with a smirk. I began to suck Artist fingers, "Aye!, chill!" Artist shouted pulling his hand back. I laughed at his reaction... "Come here," he told me. "I'll show yo' ass sum funny."
