𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗪 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘.| 𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗬𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗦.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄-𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓.

PANTING,

SHE deeply inhaled. The room filled with smoke from their previous blunts. LANEYAÀ had sat through the uncomfortable situation as the three devious men sat across from her. They were asking all types of questions that she couldn't even answer herself.

Did she like foreplay

Was she into BDSM

Has she ever experienced BDSM or encountered it

How often did she play with her self

Any kinks or fetishes

Etc.

MIND YOU— she had just met these men. Well not technically since she'd have all types of intense encounters with them but never like this one. She stood up quickly as a smirk displayed on all of their faces as they rose up as well from the crouch. They were in a crowded popular club in Chicago.

LIGHTS OUT.

The bright blue and purple lights bounced off of their skin. The one in the middle being shorter than the rest on the side of him— as well as his skin tone being lighter. His haircut was smoove and looked perfect. His light pink lips full and his deep set eyes resting on her. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip with a slight smirk.

He analyzed her every time they saw eachother. Or rather he saw her.

The chain read "WICKED" as it boinged and danced off the lights. His white shirt made him stand out. His outfit was simple; clean white polo tee and black jeans, paired with clean and new white air forces.

Yet he made it look so damn good.

Next to him was the tallest one out the group. Darkskin with fat— full lips. The bottom one rested as a cool pink and the top being brown. A "CELINE" branded beanie resting on top of his shoulder length locs. Some of them being colored blonde but most of them black. His eyes low due to the excessive amount of weed he had took in. His mouth rested open as he kept his eyes on her face.

Daydreaming about her lips wrapped around his dick.

He could almost picture it.

The "OBLOCK" chain rested on his neck , blinging in every which way. The Cuban links on his large wrist danced as well. He matched with his beanie, his pants black and his hoodie Celine. He paired it with all white Alexander McQueens. The diamonds flashed every time he spoke and as sad as it sounds,

That shit made her wet.

Lastly , on the left was the second tallest. He was almost the same height as the dark skinned man but not so quite. His locs were in the curly fries style and they were all blonde. His brown skin reflected off of the shoulder length locs, what caught her eyes the most though was his eyes.