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
'Make me sweat
Make me hotter
Make me lose my breath
Make me water.'
I sing recording an Instagram reel of the window outside the Rolce Royce that Gabes driving.
I take a quick snippet of Gabriel holding unto my thigh and move back to the window. Gabriel is wearing some black parachute pants and a graphic T-Shirt with my name on it with some new balances, I love it. I post the reel and grab his hand.
I'm wearing a long long colourful sheer dress with Christian Dior slippers and a matching the bag. I move my weave slightly so its not bothering Gabe as he parks. 'Have I told you I love your shirt?' I say grinning.
He gives me a panty dropping smile with one hand on the wheel. 'Yes you did.' He parks the car and walks to open my door. He fixes his Cuban Link and I just had to take a picture. He opens my door and I smile at him, 'Thank you' I give him a peck on the cheek, leaving remnants of my lip black lip, liner and nude lipstick combo; the gloss giving it a shine.
I go to wipe it, but he moves away putting a hand over it. I smile and let him grab my waist as he leads me into the mall. I spot a lot of people looking at us and shuffle closer to Gabe. He presses a kiss into the crown of my head.
We enter Rene Caovilla and Gabe talks to the person at the desk while I take some pictures for my instagram. I'm trying to work my way up to Youtube Channel. He comes back with the butterfly shoes that I was looking at yesterday in his hands.
'No.' I whisper as he slides of my slippers and replaces it with the gold shoes.
'Gabriel, you didn't have to.'
'I wanted to, mama' he says kissing my lips. My eyes tear up staring at the shoes on my feet, they look expensive.
'How much did this cost.' I ask as he wipes my tears.
'Dont worry about it mami.'
He hands his black amex card to the lady as she swiped it before bagging the shoes.
'Your total was $1661.03'
My mouth gapes open, 'For shoes?!'
The most I was used to is a quick 9 hundred, at the most, but a THOUSAND?!
As we walk out of the shop I open my mouth to complain but Gabriel stops me.
'I don't want to hear about it.'
He guides me into Dior and sits me down next to my bag and phone, looking at some shoes for me. I walk away when he isn't looking and buy one scarf and matching slippers like mine for him before walking back hoping he doesn't notice.
