}please excuse any mistakes. not proofread
• Devonte Green •
📍Tulum, Mexico📍
»Beach«
We was all at the beach to end the night. We had a bonfire like Sabria planned and it was a cool vibe. But i was about to officially ask Sabria to be my girlfriend. When we get back to LA, i got Mell sister to buy a few things I knew I wanted to give Sabria.
"How many shots you had?" Michael asked Omaria.
We both laughed knowing we was wasted as fuck. Everybody except Michael and Mell was drunk tonight, they were tipsy.
"Twin yo ass funny as hell," i dapped her up.
I sat down, and the girls kept dancing.
"Hoes love me like Justin Bieber, ah!" Megan Thee Stallion rapped before the girls started twerking.
I shook my head, chuckling a little. Everybody was either drunk or tipsy, so we shouldve expected this. I licked my lip, watching Sabria intently. She had her hands on her knees as she made her ass move in a circle.
She had a bit of sand on her cheeks from sitting down on the sand, but her shit moved like water. I moved closer, being at least 5 inches from her. I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth and rubbed her butt, making some sand fall. I was finna stick my tongue out to lick a butt cheek, but I realized I was tripping.
She stopped twerking, causing me to slap her ass, and I slapped it hard of course.
"Ouch!" she bolted her hands to the sting.
I smile, slurring over my words, "Mm, I love you mami."
I cant handle my liquor.
"Fuck you, stupid," she walked out to the water.
She almost tripped over her own foot, making me laugh lowly.
I stood up following her, "Lemme rub it."
"You just- boy moveee," she said, cracking a smile as she sat in the water.
I sat with her, "What if a big ass wave come and knock us over?"
She shrugged, "We gon get back up."
"Type shit," I laughed.
"Mami, how my pops know you?" I mentioned, since I remembered the call from earlier.
"I dont know, what's his name?" she asked, drinking more of her kinky shot, before we got hit by a wave.
Once it went down, we wiped our face, laughing about it.
"AHHHH! YALL STUPID ASSES!" Michael dumb bitch ass hollered.
"I hadda hold on to the bottle for the turtles," she snorted, making her laugh with her.
"What his name?" she asked again.
"Ricardo Sanchez, but everybody call him Chez," I pulled her closer to me by her thigh. "Sit on my lap."
