"Lakers jersey, huh?" You said as Dinah danced around the room. "Yup, you like?" She said and she began to crawl upwards to you on your bed. You nodded biting your lip. She planted a kiss on your lips. "Lakers for the win!" She shouted as she stood up on the bed. "Actually no" you said sweeping her feet causing her to fall down. "The Lakers suck" you said. She gasped, "they do not!" She pouted like a little baby. "Yes they do" you said trying to kiss her forehead.
"Nope, fall back" she said pushing your face away with her hand.
"Stop being salty" you said as she began to straddle your waist.
"I'm not" she said, then she took off her jersey and tossed it on the floor.
"Bitch you're salty, stop being sexy" you said grabbing onto her ass.
She slipped off her shorts, leaving her in her bra and panties. "You wanna?" She asked, getting a quick nod from you. "Well you gotta catch me first bitch!" She shouted jumping off the bed and running out of the room.
