Just a book of some random Nas imagines. Might add in some special requested people or any other celeb I think needs some appreciation.
First book ever so bare with me😂
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September 14th, 2017
"Mmmm, mmmm" they moaned in unison.
They had just got back home from Nas's birthday party and they were already locking lips. It was honestly called for. Paris had been struggling with the death of her father and it put a strain on their relationship, so they'd been separated for the past four months. Nas figured that she wouldn't show up, but he left her a voicemail with the party details anyways. He understood how she was feeling since he reacted the same way after his mother died. He pushed everyone away, blamed everyone for minor inconveniences, and he locked himself, so he understood that she just needed time.
To his surprise, she did show up. She came in a tight-fitted, below the knees, black lace dress that had splits on both sides. Whenever she was going through shit, she went with blonde hair. Most women do their "red-hair phase" but her phase was blonde, so she fulfilled it with a blonde, ankle-length middle part bust down, and Nas ate it up. Literally.
They kicked their shoes off as they made their way to the bedroom. He hadn't touched his wife in so long and she was about to get that dick one way or another. He picked up her slightly heavy frame and sloppily kissed her until he threw her on the bed. Her body violently jerked, whipping a crook in her neck.
"Damn, Nasir. Did you have to throw me that hard?" She whined massaging the back of her neck with her hand.
"Quit bitching, shorty."
Before she could check this nigga to see who the fuck he was talking to, he attempted to lift her dress up, shutting her up immediately. Given her thick size and the tightness of the dress, he struggled a bit. So, instead of properly removing the dress, he decided to use both hands to rip it. That wasn't cheap material, so the fact that he could rip her dress like wet toilet paper told her everything she needed to know. She was about to get fucked up. Effective immediately.
Once the dress was ripped just above her waist, he finally made eye contact with that love pouch. That sexy, succulent box was already soaked with clear fluid. Nasir never had to spit on her pussy to get it wet. All he had to do was look at her and whoosh goes the waterfall. Nothing could mesmerize him like his wife's roast beef.
He got down on his knees, snatched her by the thighs, looked up at her, then got to feasting. Her head flew back against the pillow as the pleasure hit her immediately.
"Girl, I ain't seen you in hellas. You better look at me while I eat this pussy," he demanded.
Being the submissive slut she is, she obeyed his orders. Once he confirmed their eyes were met once again, he got back to work. His thick, pink tongue slithered up and down her clitoris slow enough so that she could feel each and every one of his taste buds become soaked with her juices. She bit her lip and tried to restrain herself from screaming to the top of her lungs. Now don't get me wrong, Nasir loved to hear her moans, but if she started to give in too quickly, she was gone have hell to pay.
