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𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗥 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚
𝟮𝟰 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱
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Samir felt his throat dry as he shamelessly gawked at his gorgeous girlfriend over the FaceTime call.
He stared at the way her cheeks flushed from the attention and a shy smile pulled at her lips as she lifted the camera a bit farther from her face.
"Soo you like it?" Her sweet voice said through the mike. Playing around with the new highlighted wig she just got installed. The nails that she got done this morning clicking around with the movement.
Samir refrained from saying the words he wanted to, his mind clearing and remembering that he was still at the gym and very much so in public as he searched his brains for words to say.
"Papa?"
"You look good as fuck, pretty." He blurted out unexpectedly. Even though they had been on the phone for a little over five minutes, his eyes still found themselves scanning over her appearance, before forcing their way back to hers.
Samir didn't even have to look to know that his coach was smirking at him. These interactions were nothing knew to Jackson, and Samir had learned that he found amusement in seeing how he reacted to Kianna.
"Thank you baby," Kianna responded, cheesing at the compliment. "I love you."
Samir felt his heart thump at the soft spoken words filled with emotion, he would never get tired of hearing her say that. "I love you."
"You still coming to mines when you finished right?" He asked her, bending down a bit to pick up his water bottle.
He watched as Kianna paid for everything, whipping out his card— that he gave her earlier today—and swiping it, "yea, I'll go straight to you after I go to Ives."
Samir nodded his head, practice ended a little after three so that would give her plenty of time to finish up, and give him all her attention.
He was snapped right back out of his thoughts when Kianna spoke again, "What time is your lunch break papa?"
Samir glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall, "In 'bout 20 minutes," he replied "why?"
Kianna didn't respond for a second, Samir watching her squint her eyes adorably before crossing the busy street.
When she did look back down at him, he damn near felt the wind knock out his chest.
"Imma come see you."
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♫ "I know it's bad for me. And you know it taste so sweet, I think I need your abuse, baby."♫
"Ohh, shiit." A deep moan left Kianna's lips, as Samir took his time swirling and sucking his fat tongue on her most sensitive parts.
Poison by Brent faiyaz blasted through his car speakers as his face was smushed between her thighs. He was quite enjoying the way he could see her hands scrunch up in fist besides him, and the way her body jumped when his teeth gently scraped the skin of her clit.
