"Man fuck, just- move, you not doin' it rii." He said in a deep fluster voice as his tone was laced with agitation.
Ignoring his slight erection and pushing his naked fiancée off of him and standing up then grabbing his Ricchezza Forever sweatpants off the floor and stepping into them and pulling them up to the torso, his tatted chest heaving up and down heavily.
"Dakari what the fuck?!"
"Get out." His expression dropped quickly. She scrunched her face up at him and frowned, "What?"
He hated repeating himself, especially not over. "Leave, on King David." The older Chicago native mumbled barely moving his lips as he pointed to the door and mugged her deeply.
"For what Dakari, your tweakin— Guh! you can't sexin' right. get out ma house. The fuck yeen get bout dat?" Dakari cut her in rudely, opening his nightstand drawer and grabbing a pre-rolled blunt.
She stared at him with a bewildered expression on her face, at the moment he didn't really care how she took it.
he was sick of feeling unpleased, he's been feeling like this for two years. He was done. Every-time the two were try to have intercourse it would be a disaster, she would dig her nails to deep in his skin til the point she draws blood and it was a turn off for him.
He haven't spoken up seeing he didn't want to hurt her ego or her feelings but nothing was nothing, he couldn't take it anymore, feeling unpleased and being miserable in the pointless relationship.
She couldn't suck dick to save her life, everything she did was now a turn off for him.
"You really want me to leave? who the fuck else is going to fuck yo old ass? Hm?!" She screeched loudly.
"Lotion and spit will do me just fuckin' fine." He stated bluntly before closing the drawer and flopping onto the edge of his kingsized bed.
"On folks'nem, i'a stressin ova a truck driver ass hoe so getcho shit and leave my humble house."
Come back when you can fuck right." Kari uttered, sparking his blunt. He didn't smoke, unless he really needed to and tonight was that night.
