ᴏᴍɴɪꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏᴠ
ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ
ᴅᴏᴡɴᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛᴀ
"Carter." Kirah giggled as they walked into Carter's home"Go girl it's my birthday! Uh uh!" Carter drunkenly rapped in da club loud and wrong
"Carter please." She laughed dropping her keys on the counter
Carter went ahead and gave her a key to her house. She tried to give her one when they just got back on good terms but Kirah declined the offers because she didn't want to seem clingy.
But recently took the offer back from her and now she has a key. Because honestly at the end of the day, they're both slightly clingy over each other but they found it cute.
Kirah began kicking her heels off
Carter just shrugged and laughed
"Did you enjoy yourself like I said you would?" Kirah asked bending down to fix her heels next tot each other by the door
As she was doing that, Carter had began to remove her shoes and strip out of her t shirt.
"Mhm." She hummed
"I was thinking we can watch a movie or-
Carter had cut her off by giving Kirah ass a hard smack making her hiss. She pulled her up to stand straight and her hand around her neck from behind.
"I'm trynna fuck the shit outta you not cuddle, ma." She mumbled in her ear kissing her skin softly
Kirah moaned lowly causing Carter to smack her ass again, "Let me hear it. Don't be all low and shit with me."
She let out a soft laugh "So this is what you meant when you said I haven't seen you drunk like this before?"
"Mhm." Carter hummed, "All them fucking shots you had me throwing back tonight."
"And you fell for it.." she smirked nudging her to back up a bit
Carter licked her lips staring at the mesh- see through like body suit she had on. She couldn't believe Kirah walked out the house with this on.
Carter wasn't jealous whenever she wore certain outfits because she knew at the end of the day, Kirah was hers and she was fucking her at the end of the night.
But this particular outfit had her almost punching the shit outta a few of her homies.
And actually by a fee she just meant Victor thirty ass.