I was waiting for to walk her fine ass out the bathroom. She was taking forever.
I know we where going to a ball, but really. Dang !!!!!!
When she came out she was wearing a all black crop top, leather pants, and black shoes. Her hair was very curly. Her makeup was dark. Her lips the best aspect of the look.
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Man dis I get a banner. That little voice inside of me was saying the fuck you mean did you get a boner do you see what the hell I see. I know she wast eying to look good but damn. I wonder what she is going to do with that body tonight.
That reminded me of this song. Baby grind on me come on you can take your time with me. I need a fucking cold shower right now.
I can't get into it with my partner. I see where it got me last time with Marlin. She is like the women version of Donald trump. When she started waving her hand in my fave I realized o was staring.
" You a drawling" " And you need to get ready we don't have enough time to sit and wait on you."
Don't you want to know my opinion on how you look, I offered. She shot me a dirty look.
" Why the fuck should I care about what you think." "Besides I know I look good 24/7"
She is nothing like Marlin that bitch always cared what people think. Coral can give two fucks.
You know what I think I may just try her out and give her chance. I may just ride this roller coaster of love with her.
When I thought about ride that slung popped into my head ounce again. I'm so dirty minded sometimes. ( all the time)
Now time to get ready I out on a suit, black church shoes. And my favorite cross. Now that I look good we should go.
(Time Skip To Ball) We finally got to the ball. With all that damn traffic, I wanted to kill the person who sings that song about traffic.
Like bitch we get it. We are in traffic. We polled up on the spot. The vallet took are keys and drove my mustang to the parking lot.
We went in after taking pictures on the red carpet. Man they hurt my eyes. We finally got in. I feel like we should have been here about a week ago. How many pictures dos they need.
Coral had to find the restroom or she was going to " pee my pants" her words not mine.
She came back out wit ha women on her arm.
She was a petite African American women, with long hair and a very short dress on.
Coral had a very annoyed look on her face. She sent the vine of I want to punch this oblivious bitch on my arm.
They made their way over to me. She introduced herself, as it was obvious that Coral wasn't going to do it.
Her name was Camille. She was very talkative and hyper. She was jealous of Coral. When she started talking about their life of meeting each outher. I realized that she was a cheerleader in high school. She dated a boxer and was a very smart person.
I never knew she was so accomplished.
After a while she excused herself and left.
After a hour a woman asked to see me out the back room.
I went along. She was a mistress. I could tell by the tattoo she had.
She unbuckled my belt, and let my pants drop to the ground. She reached her hand down my boxers.
Her clammy ass hand wasn't turning me on at all. Like damn bitch you need baby lotion.
I'm tried to get into it by picturing she was Coral, but it wasn't the same.
