A young Megan Pete loses her father and is left with her stepmother. Megan struggles to find love and when she think she has, it's not what you would expect.
I sat across from Beyoncé while I played over my cake. Normani made a compromise with us: as long as Bey and I kept our distance from each other and we came separately, then we could come to the party. The only issue was that me and Beyoncé both yearn for physical affection; though I was with her in that moment, I felt so far away. Besides that, I felt sexy, I had on a bomb ass outfit ( so did Bey), my hair was laid, and I was horny.
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"Bey, baby?"
"Yea?"
"I'm going to the restroom," I winked, making it clear that I wanted her to follow me. I got up from the table, and walked down the hallway of the house, walking up the stairs. I eventually found the bathroom, after I entered, I left the door cracked so Beyoncé could know where to find me. The bathroom was huge: two sinks on a long counter, a bath and shower made separate and a toilet that had its own little room.
About five minutes passed when Bey finally poked her head into the bathroom.
"Damn, what took so long?"
"Some lady started talking to me." She closed the door and locked it. Pulling my face in getting right to business; I kissed her neck, bit it, sucked it, leaving multiple marks on her light brown skin. "Mhm, keep doing that Megan" I put my hand into the front of her pants, rubbing her through her lace panties. She only wore these kind when she knew I was going to take them off. I pulled down her pants then her underwear, got onto my knees, and Bey put her left foot onto the counter. I placed my mouth onto her beautiful pink vulva, proceeding to take long licks while also looking up at Beyoncé.
"Fuckkk baby," shemoaned softly.
"You like that?" I asked after removing my mouth. I put two fingers inside of her and started stroking up and down. I was just about to kiss her pussy when someone knocked on the door. Bey slid her pants back on quickly and I got myself together again, washing my hands as I told whomever was at the door to hold on. She opened the door.
"Oh- I'm sorry I didn't realize others were up here. I came up here to get away from the noise," the woman said. I could tell she was older, but not old. She seemed to be in her 40s, brown skin, still youthful looking, a curvy woman, who had the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
"Oh- it's fine," Bey responded with a smile.
"I'm Jill. I'm a friend of Normani's mother." She held out a hand for Beyoncé to shake.
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