STV. IX

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"Don't chief my shit Layne, hold it longer" I swat his shoulder and he laughs, subsequently coughing on the smoke

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"Don't chief my shit Layne, hold it longer" I swat his shoulder and he laughs, subsequently coughing on the smoke.

"Hold me"

I squint my already low eyes at him and tilt my head at him.

"What? you have to stop smoking" He laughs again at me before he readjusts himself so that his head lays on my thigh.

"Unt-uh, you're too big for all that"

I push his head and he moves but only to grab a pillow to lay on my thigh and put his head right back. So my leg must not be comfortable.

"I haven't had sex in so long" I hear him say and I look around the room at my invisible crowd. I know he not thinking what I think he's thinking.

"Not me, I just got some good dick and pussy in fact. I had me a calm little three-some with this big black guy and this cute small brown girl" I lie and exaggerate my lie. He looks up at me from where he lays.

I fear that the angle he's looking from might be horrendous so I cover his eyes. He grunts but doesn't move my hand.

"Oh really? was it fun? Rate it 1-10"

I feel his long lashes flutter against my hand and I move my hand down, over his mouth. Now he can't talk.

"5 out of 10 it was a little boring" I look down at him. When he looks at me for too long with those eyes I look away. I look back at him when I feel something warm and wet run across my palm.

I snatch my hand back and wipe it harshly against his black T-shirt.

"Nasty boy" I tsk at him.

Abbey by mitski starts to play on the speakers. I love the intro, I close my eyes and roll my head back. Listening to the song.

I feel the weight of Layne's head leave my lap. I don't open my eyes and I pray he doesn't bother me.

He leaves me alone for a minute before I feel wet lips on my neck. I put a hand on his chest to stop him but I don't push him away.

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