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marshall couldn't help but moan loudly as the girl in between his legs gave him amazing head, his heart pounded wildly in his chest making his eyes flutter close "who's the bitch now?". he hear the soft familiar voice making his eyes snap open, mya gazed at him deviously.
"tell me you love me". she whispered against his lips, marshall leaned over smashing his lips against her soft ones making her moan into his mouth gripping her waist tightly.
"g-god you are so fucking beautiful". he whispered against her warm skin before she sat up aligning his hard member at her wet opening, taking matters into his own hands marshall rubbed himself against her taking her breath away "you love me baby?".
marshall nodded unable to speak scared he only moan louder, pushing her onto him their satisfaction filled the room "f-fuck you feel amazing mya".
deshaun tapped porter's shoulder who had headphones on while he listened to a few beats he was creating
pulling his headphones off porter looked over at deshaun who was laughing lowly "doody having a wet dream about mya pretty ass". he whispered grabbing his video camera.
hitting record marshall moaned loudly while repeatedly saying mya's name "go grab some water". porter nodded walking to the kitchen grabbing the unopened water bottle.
"she fucking him up in that dream". porter whispered making deshaun bust out laughing, leaning over deshaun poured the cold water all over marshall who sat up gasping in shock, thankful to be laying under a blanket to cover his growing erection.
"doody it sounded like she was giving you the business". deshaun teased watching his brother wrap the blanket around his waist before standing up "why the hell you got that on for?". porter teased zooming in onto his waist
"shut the fuck up man".
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marshall pulled the hotel key card out the slot hearing it lock automatically behind him, "yes mommy i ate breakfast this morning". he heard mya's soft voice watching as she walked past him, catching her arm he gently pulled her back towards him.
mya yanked out his hold glaring at him through her dark shades "oh so you can't talk this morning?". he gritted before mya reached over covering his mouth.
"who was that sweetie are you with that eminem boy?". her mother asked "no mommy it's the television". she says "i-i gotta go mommy but i love you and talk to you later".
