Symere, a young girl recruited as a holder at just 11 years old, uses her innocent appearance to outsmart everyone in the dangerous world of drugs and guns. When the talented Artist enters the fray, he becomes both a rival and a potential love inter...
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The leaves were beginning to turn, and the air held the crispness that heralded the arrival of fall. Homecoming was just a few hours away, and Symere felt a mix of excitement and nerves as she prepared for the day. This year, she decided it would be a celebration not just of school spirit, but of friendship and love as well. She invited her boyfriend, Artist, and her best friends, Mizani and India, to join her for all the festivities that followed.
As Symere applied the final touches of her makeup, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't help but smile at how beautiful she felt, but as she turned away, a nagging feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She dismissed it and headed downstairs.
They gathered in the living room, their laughter filling the house as Artist, with his charming grin, pulled Symere in for a loving kiss.
"You sure you don't wanna go to the bathroom?" He whispered in her ear.
"We have to go." She laughed as she pushed him away.
"C'mon, five minutes." He pulled her towards the bathroom.
"Two minutes, Artist, I'm not playing." She mumbled, pulling down her jeans and panties.
"Shit, that's all I need." He chuckled, sliding into her.
Both of them let out a moan at the feeling of him being inside her. He stroked slowly watching as her face scrunched up in pleasure.
"Fuckkk, yo pussy so good." He moaned as his eyes slowly rolled back.
Symere smirked, pushing her ass back on him quickly. He grabbed her by her neck, pounding into her from behind. Quickies weren't their thing but right now it felt damn good.
"This my pussy, baybeh?" He reached down and rubbed her clit.
"It's yours daddy! I'm gonna cum, baby."
"Cum on my dick. Give me all that shit mama."
Hearing him talk her through it had her cumming everywhere. She screamed feeling her body shake as she laid against the counter.
"Artist." She mumbled.
"I know." He chuckled. "Let's get cleaned up so we can go."
After they finished, they piled into the car, ready to create memories that would last a lifetime.
The campus was alive, draped in school colors and bustling with alumni reminiscing about their glory days. Grills sizzled as tailgate parties sprang to life, laughter danced through the air, and music from the marching band beckoned the crowd toward the stadium. Symere felt a familiar thrill run through her as she navigated through the sea of people, her heart warm with nostalgia.
"Are you ready to fuck shit up?" Artist shouted over the noise, a broad grin plastered across his face. He always elevated her spirits.
"Hell yeah! Let's get some food first."Symere replied, her enthusiasm contagious.
