I was bent over his desk sobbing eyes out desperately for a release.
"P-please!" I screamed as he plunged a fourth finger into my wet core. "Please what Fleur"
"Please l-et me c-cum," I said blubbering with his cum in my mouth. "What happened to me...
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Nailah Pov
I stand on the runway under the black umbrella draped above watching the rain fall vigorously. Treat me by Chloe blasts through my AirPods and I watch as a bunch of black cars pull up.
Khalee steps out wearing a light pink knitted jumper with a matching skirt. I was wearing the cream version with some heels, which i deeply regretted.
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She walks up to me handing me a Frape from starbucks. 'Mwah, how'd you sleep baby?'
'I mean I'm as fine as I can be, I guess.' However this is far from the truth. I'd been avoiding Gabriels texts all morning asking where I was and how I was doing. I didn't want to put him in danger.
We'd be getting on the plane by now but my dad said we'd be waiting for a few more people. Me and Khalee decide to sit in the limo and chat till they get here. 2h past the time we were supposed to board and eight black cars pull up followed by four more.
I feel so out of my skin like I'm not Nailah.
I want Gabriel.
Treat me like I treat me ye you know I do it right. Treat me like I treat me , oh my baby it feels so nice.Treat me like I treat me, Love me.
My music plays Treat me by Chloe
A ridiculous amount of security pile of out of seven of the first eight cars securing the unit. They smile at me and I awkwardly smile back, I recognize one as Frost. Another ridiculous amount of security pile out of three of the four cars that pulled in second. Khalee gives them a wave frowning slightly.
My jaw drops as Gabriel steps out of one of the eight cars wearing a white airtight under amour shirt and black joggers with black air forces.
His phone hangs out of his pocket along with some wires as he walks towards me his face screwed up in anger. Theo steps out of the set of four looking just as angry, pulling Khalee to the side. Khalee clutches unto her telfar bag looking scared.
