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After Dinner 9 pm|2 hours later

Marlee didn't lie when she said that Miss Annie could cook her ass off because dinner was hitting

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Marlee didn't lie when she said that Miss Annie could cook her ass off because dinner was hitting. I legit told Mars we gotta stop by the restaurant in Compton to take some fried chicken back to Harlem.

We were currently in her childhood suite because this damn sure wasn't just a bed.

We were currently in her childhood suite because this damn sure wasn't just a bed

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Damn. Damn. Damn. 

My baby was looking good as fuck today.

Her crop top fitted her breasts perfectly.

"You just gonna stare at me all night, like I'm some sort of snack?" Marlee asked, perking her brow in amusement as she stood wiping her make up off in her Vanity Mirror. Her hair was pulled back from her face by large bobby pins.  As I sat on the edge of her childhood bed crushing up my weed to roll up on one of her old magazines with B2K on the cover,

I licked my lips, chortling, giving her a once over again. "You a whole meal, baby, so imma look all I want to." I admitted, and it ain't even on no thirsty shit, she was sight to see.

My Mars.

"Hmm, hmmm." She hummed, trying to hold back the little smile that was forming onto her lips, "You and your words....always smoove with it." She said goofily, leaning up and placing a kiss at the corner of my mouth. "Try to contain yourself, okay David?" She asked for assurance, as she stood straight, rising her face with cold water before patting it dry with a fluffy white towel. Clicking off the light in her bathroom, walking over to me sitting on the edge of her bed, putting her palm against my chest.

I nodded my head, smiling looking up at her, cupping her chin between my index finger and thumb, "aight, I got you princess...lemme get them lips first." I smirked loosely, having her chuckle, taking that as my cue to lean down a bit and kiss her.

Sensational.

Every damn time.

Pecking Mars lips a few times, before as finished licking my Backwood close standing straight, observing her as her eyes stayed closed, a big ass smile planted on her face, cheeks a dark rose tint. Just to see her in a state of serenity, is what I thrive for....and being the reason behind it all is ten times better.

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