Ever since her mother's car accident, Kelada's life has been miserable. Being her mother's next of kin, Kelada is swamped with medical bills and must pick up two jobs to keep from drowning. By day, she is a friendly face at the nearest Chick-Fil-A...
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𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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The rest of Nezra's party was a blur in his memory, he only remembered doing whatever Kelada coaxed him into. She was the sole focus of the good time he had, or he would be told he had.
He immortalized how real ass felt when she whined her hips slowly against him, and the cute facial expression she made when she reached on her toes to pour liquor into his mouth straight from the bottle.
His alcohol tolerance was much higher than hers, so they ended up being equally as faded even though he had drank way more than her.
"You ready to go, Nezra?" Kelada questioned into his blinged-out ear, pressing her body flush to his. She pressed her hand to the print that she could feel through his amiris, hinting that she was ready to go even if he wasn't.
Sober Key would never dare be that bold, but she remembered the promise she made to herself — normalcy.
Nezra stared down and became trapped by her red-tinted seductive eyes; the way she was touching him didn't aid the battle either.
He forced himself to look away, over his shoulder to his friends, "I'll fuck with y'all!"
Kelada felt on top of the world as the pair exited Onyx and entered the sprinter van. She sat across from him, and placed her heeled feet into his lip.
"Did you have fun, Nez?"
He knew it wasn't intentional, but her sultry voice rasped as she spoke. Nezra wasn't sure if he would be able to contain himself until they got back to his place.
"You showin' up made my night, ma." He licked over lips when she flashed her straight teeth in a smile.
Her head leaned back and her eyes closed, "Can you take off my heels?"
As he undid the straps, he recognized the shoes he had purchased for her. Nezra was glad to know she liked them enough to wear them casually.
Upon her feet being bared, she pulled them from his lap and switched to sit beside him.
"You drunk?" He questioned when she opened her eyes lazily at him. As badly as he wanted her, he was never the type of man to take advantage of a woman.
Kelada giggled a tad, "A little bit. But I'm sober enough to know what I want."
