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 Amrani
I go into the kitchen and instantly find his mum talking to Deshane and Dillia. As soon as she sees us she ends her conversation.
'Naih' she goes in for a hug and I hug her back happily, 'Sofia, how are you doing?'
'I'm doing amazing my love, thank you for asking,'
'That's ok, this is for you,' I say handing her the matte black bag.
'You're so precious thank you so much!'
'Oh wow, Saint, thank you- nice to see you too, son,' Gabe says in a sarcastic, high-pitched voice.
Sofia rolls her eyes turning to him.
'Hello son,' she gives him a sarcastic smile tapping his cheeks lightly with her manicured hand.
He rolls his eyes going to say hi to Dillia, 'Child, how are you my love?' says Deshane pulling me into a hug rocking us side to side. 'I'm fine how about you?'
'Same, same what can I say.'
I smile at her. 'Go put your bag down in the front room and come help,' I nod moving to the front room. I find Khalea sitting in the front room with her feet up. She's wearing a long maxi dress with dior slides. We haven't really spoken much on this whole trip.
I sit next to her putting my feet up as well, she looks up from her phone giving me a soft smile.'How's the baby?'
'Ugh, annoying me, the morning sickness is disgusting.'
I laugh, 'We haven't really talked much.' she says softly looking into my eyes.
'I know, I was just a bit bummed about you not telling me about the baby then the whole mission, ugh.' I roll my head to the side then back to her.
'You know damn well that's not why, you've been busy with you know who.' she says wiggling her eyebrows. I laugh putting my head on her shoulder.
'I don't know Khalee, I think I love him.' I say listening to the hustle and bustle of the house.
'Think or know?' she says skeptically. 'Know, but I don't know if he loves me back like he says.' I say meekly.
'What do you mean?'
I sit up facing her and crossing my legs. 'Today, we woke up and I pointed out a tattoo that I liked. Normally he'd be more verbal, but all he did was hum and like leave the room, which means he's not really comfortable with opening up to me. And I dunno, I thought I was a good girlfriend but obviously I'm not if he doesn't want to talk to me, I dunno maybe it's a tough subject. I dunno' I say shrugging.
'What does the tattoo look like' she says opening her phone.
