What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask?
I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead?
Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear o...
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Thursday, April 17th 9:20 am 📍 Jones Avenue | Spanish Town
𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝙿.𝙾.𝚅
Back sank—set into an undeniably perfect arch. My mouth agape allowing for the flow of chuffed moans.
With each jab that Stamma does behind me, my legs cave in. Slumping further into the soft mattress below me.
Slowly my moans move from boisterous outbursts to almost silent whimpers. Tears spilling from my clamp lids.
This feeling of pleasure is almost heaven-like.
Yes...this is the exact reason why I've always crawled back to him.
My motto has always been...him mi vex with not the sex.
"Ease up yuh leg Slimmaz" At his all too familiar nickname, I hiss elbowing myself back up into the position he had set me minutes ago.
Long before mi loose the likkle strength inna mi knee.
Body weak out.
He digs his fingers into the skin of my naked hips, scraping the skin with each pull that he does.
I wince, laying my head flat against the pillow fluffed in front of me. Lightly begging for him to slow down. "Yaah duh too much now" I reach behind me pushing at his stomach.
My hand drags against the big scab he has dragged from one end of his waist to the other.
He recoils, swatting at my hand in the process. With a small smudge on my face, I look back at him my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sorry."
In one swift motion giving me no time to prepare myself. His hands wrap tightly around my throat with enough room to get his point across but also to allow me to breathe.
I look up at him startled, eyelashes batting as he drags me up by my throat, pressing his lips firmly against mine.
My hand reaches down to fondle with him. Moans of pleasure—a barrier to our kissing.
One final kiss before he moves from my slightly swollen lips due to his harsh kisses. He drags his tongue against my skin, ever so often stopping at a spot to stake his claim.
