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(old picture of fc) __
"sergio," i call him from the closet, he was currently over watching me do a haul. i had received 3 packages from fashion nova that i wanted to try on and get his opinion.
"i think this a little to revealing," i say holding my titties in my arm while looking down at the fishnet top, it was a black tube top underneath but i guess it's just the fishnet.
"you think?," he asks licking his lips, i was sporting some boy shorts at the moment so all my curves were out and this shirt ain't helping. "stop lookin at me like that," i squirm under his stare.
"why?," he asks slightly tilting his head with nothing but amusement and lust in his eyes. "see you basically askin to get fucked but always trynna say i'm starting wit you," i roll my eyes.
"ian starting nun, i can't look at you now?," he asks biting his bottom lip. "bye sergio," i wave him off shutting the door. the next article of clothing was a denim 2 piece that i needed help tying in the back.
"baeeeee," i yell hoping to get his attention but nothing. i open the door seeing my room empty before walking towards the living room and he's on the couch drinking MY apple juice.
"why you drinking my apple juice?," i pout since that was my last bottle, "i was thirsty," he shrugs. "but that's my last one," i whine, "i'll buy you some more and yo nipple out," he says making me smack my teeth not even worrying about my nipple.
"you better," i mumble, "can you help me tie this?," i ask now fixing my shirt, "say please," he says standing up. ian sayin shit. "no," i deadpan him, he dead just sat in my face and drank my last apple juice then gone talk about some please, he ain't say please when he drunk it.
"guess ian tyin it then," he says sitting on the back of the couch towards me. "ughhh," i groan walking to the back towards my full body mirror, while struggling to tie it i see him out of the corner of my eye looking at me.
"weirdo ass nigga," i roll my eyes, "speak up," i hear followed by footsteps and in an instance he's pressed against me. "ian say nun," i mumble feeling his hand snake around my waist going further and further up til his hand in right on my titty.
"you would lemme take a picture holding yo titties?," he asks kissing my neck, "mhm," i hum tilting my head more. "bet," he says backing up, i feel the back of the 'shirt' being lifted over my head before it landed right in front of me.
he puts both his hands on my titties and i snake one around his neck, using my other hand i snap a couple pictures. "you look so good baby," i purr at him looking at them, i love the way he looks at me.
"thank you ma," he says still holding my titties which i was grateful for, "i just wanna su-," im interrupted by the front door clicking unlocked and i quickly run to my room.
