Chapter 27: Wrong

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Kayla- The Next Day

I'm currently sad at the moment but enjoying all the pleasure I'm receiving, August's leaving tonight. It's like 9 am right now.

"Auggie yes!" I moaned as his juices poured out inside me.

"Damn Kayla I love the fuck outta ya." He said out of breath.

"Can ya twist my hair?" He asked laying on my boobs.

"Why?" I asked.

"Cuz I finally grew enough hair." He said grabbing a pillow and putting it over his private part.

"Fine, just don't leave me daddy." I said tracing his tattoos.

"I'll only be gone for 3 to 4 months beybeh chill!" He said getting up.

He got in between my legs and kissed all over my body.

"Want round 3?" He asked.

"Nah I wish but I can't, I used all my birth control." I said.

"But I got a condom!" He said.

"So, I like it when you cum in my stomach doe." I said smirking.

"Damn ya makin' a Mr. Classy pop out see?" He said looking down.

It touched my jewels.

"Shit Aug get off me!" I said pushing him.

He rolled off the bed.

"Wanna get in the shower with me?" He asked.

"Yeah, just don't try nun." I said.

"And since when do ya keep a pocket knife in ya bra?" He asked smirking.

"Since ya let me get kidnapped." I said with a stale face.

"Shit I hate when ya look at a niggah like that!" He said walking in the bathroom.

I let my hair down and walked in the bathroom and hopped in the shower in front of him. He hugged up on me and I knew what he was doing. I said in my head: "At this moment... Kayla knew, she fucked up."
I busted out laughing.

"Wah?" August asked with his hands squeezing my boobs.

I felt a hot liquid running down my leg. It wasn't shower water, I peed, EWW!

"Damn Kayla somebody pee somewhere?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said getting out his grip.

It was red doe. Welp, I guess Aug got me just in time, I'm on my disgusting period. Fuck!

"August one of us gotta get out." I said trying to rinse off.

"Why?" He asked.

"Niggah ya ain't need to know why!" I semi yelled.

"Ya on ya period huh?" He asked.

"Maybe." I said frowning.

"So." He said.

"So I find it disgusting." I said in a duh tone.

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