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Kroger 4pm
"Damn what you trying to do, take a nigga out?" I asked Krish's fine ass friend chuckling.
"No I-I-I would never intentionally hurt any-" I cut her off.
"It's okay mama, I'm a big boy I can handle it." I told her licking my lips walking around her buggy, standing in front of her.
Not only was she thick as hell, but she had the perfect ratio of body parts to match it.
See the thickest I've dealt with was Sonia, but gahdamn Yara was putting that to rest real fast.
"Well are you at least okay?" She asked me snapping me out of the trance she had me in.
Still a little dumbfounded, I stepped closer to her which caused her to began stepping back a bit with every step I made towards her.
"Why you keep moving?" I asked.
"No offense but just because you're one of my best friends brother, doesn't mean I know you like that to be in my personal space." She told me rolling her neck a bit.
Continuing to stare at her my eyes wandered down to her plump pink lips, man this woman was so bad and she knew it.
"Damn, you don't gotta be feisty mama, a nigga ain't gonna steal you." I chuckled knowing damn well I wanted to pick her little ass up and run her to my car and lock the doors.
I definitely couldn't mess around with her because I can already see me fighting niggas about her lil sexy ass.
California had plenty of beautiful women no doubt about it.
But, this particular woman wasn't city girl fine. Which led me to believe that Cali wasn't her home.
City girl fine didn't mean a damn thing when a woman from the south came out west.
Their bodies alone would take a man, but if the face matched, oh yeah those females would definitely be a problem.
"I didn't say you were I just like my space." She told me picking up a bunch of plastic bags placing the packs of meat in them, continuing her grocery shopping as if I ain't exist.
"How long you been in Cali?" I asked her attempting to create small talk.
"Who told you that I wasn't from California?" She asked tilting her head before turning back around broadcasting those thick ass thighs and her big round ass.
Yara was fine as hell.
"Baby girl with a body like that, you definitely ain't from here." I bit my bottom lip catching her pretty brown eyes.
"I'm from Inglewood." She said walking by slanging all of what I knew was homegrown and definitely cornbread fed like a motherfucker.
"What part of the south are you from?" I asked her making a wild guess.
That body was from somewhere down there and I was determined to find out.
