Concept : a girl and her daughter against the world with her toxic baby daddy, but she ends up finding someone who can take care of her and her daughter. He is a tall chipotle bag with dreads. She didn't know if she could trust him but she gave him...
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Amara and Hakeem stumbled through the front door of their shared apartment, both of them giggling and swaying slightly as they tried to maintain their balance. It had been a long and eventful date, filled with flirtatious glances, playful banter, and more than a few stolen kisses. As they made their way to the bedroom, Amara's hands began to wander, exploring the hard planes of Hakeem's chest and abs through the thin fabric of his shirt.
'Mmm, someone's been hitting the gym,' Amara said, her voice husky with desire.
Hakeem chuckled, his hands roaming over the curves of her body as they stumbled towards the bed. 'Only for you, Amara.'
Once they reached the bedroom, Amara pulled Hakeem close, her lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss. Hakeem responded in kind, his hands tugging at the straps of her dress as he tried to slip it off of her shoulders. Amara deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as the dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing in nothing but a lacy black bra and thong.
Hakeem couldn't help but let out a low growl as he took in the sight of her, his body reacting instinctively to the desire coursing through him. 'You are so beautiful, Amara,' he said, his voice filled with longing.
Without a word, Amara pushed Hakeem back onto the bed, climbing on top of him as she continued to kiss him deeply. Hakeem's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the lace of her bra. Amara let out a moan as Hakeem's fingers found her nipples, her own hands working to undo the buttons of his pants. Once they were undone, she slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his hard length as she began to stroke him.
Hakeem let out a gasp as Amara's hand began to move, his hips bucking up to meet her rhythm. 'Yes, just like that,' he said, his voice strained with pleasure.
Amara smiled, her own desire building as she watched Hakeem's reactions. She leaned down, pressing her breasts against his chest as she continued to stroke him. Hakeem's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he kissed her neck and shoulders.
Hakeem reached down, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Amara's thong and tugging it down her legs. Once they were both completely naked, Amara positioned herself above Hakeem, slowly lowering herself down onto his waiting length. Hakeem let out a low groan as he felt her envelop him, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him.
Their lovemaking was passionate and intense, filled with moans, gasps, and the slap of skin against skin. Amara leaned back, her hands braced against Hakeem's chest as she rode him harder and faster. Hakeem watched her, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of her bouncing breasts and flushed skin.
As they reached their climax, Amara collapsed onto Hakeem, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Hakeem wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he emptied himself inside of her. They lay there, panting and spent, Hakeem's hands stroking her hair as they both came down from their high.
'Wow,' Amara said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hakeem chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 'Yeah, wow.'
As they lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, Hakeem couldn't help but think that this was the start of something truly special between them. And he couldn't wait to see where it would take them.
