"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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The view that greets me, pulls me to a stop. The mirror catching every single curve on her body. My dick stirs, my back slick like an oil tank.
She's drunk. I'm drunk. Perfect.
I grip her hips, pulling her against me. Her head falls against my chest. I lean in, grazing her neck, then drag my lips to her ear.
Her little fight is anything, but convincing.
"You a tell me no indirectly... but yuh know wah yuh body a tell me?" I slip my finger against the thin material from the side, closer, and closer to her entrance, and smirk. It feels like an ocean. Wet. Dripping. Eager for me.
"Wah it a tell yuh?" she squeezes her thick thighs together, crushing my hand in the process, ankles crossed.
"It a tell mi say yuh ready fi mi 'breed yuh' now cause you a cry down there and mi nah see no tears," I whisper. Her whole body shudders.
She gets quiet.
"Let's finish this in the plunge pool," her eyes locking onto mine, daring me to follow her lead.
"Plunge pool, huh?" I bit my lip, my fingers brushing her waist. "You sure you can handle that Nijaa?"
"Try me," she locks my gaze and walked out.
Like a lost puppy, I follow her trail, thinking with the wrong head.
Girls are drugs...
And no lie no inna dat.
We get more drinks, 'From Greece W Love.' I only remember it, cause Nijaa kept repeating it to her mom.
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