Onika:
Sunday | April 29th 2015 | W Hotel | Manhattan, NY |
I got back to my hotel room around five. I visited Roman earlier...if you could even call it a visit. Took a three hour drive, to only see her 35 fucking minutes.
The criminal justice system in this country was so fucked up. My sister gets 15 years for drug trafficking and some cop shoots an unarmed man and gets paid leave.....
I want to take a moment to acknowledge the lives lost over the past few weeks due to police brutality. United we stand. Divided we fall. Yes all lives matter. But the light should be shed on the BLACK ones at this moment. RIP to ALL the innocent lives lost.
🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
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I was emotionally drained and I just wanted to sleep until the showcase later.
I slipped my key card in the door and suddenly felt slender hips pressed against my backside. A tribal printed hand pressed against the door pushing it open.
I turned to face Robyn towering over me. I squeezed her into a hug and pulled her into my room. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my forehead.
"Mmmm, I missed you." She whispers immediately making my heart flutter in my chest.
"I missed you too." I stood on tiptoes and press led my lips to hers. "How was your fitting with ya little girlfriend?" I ask rolling my neck.
Robyn let me out her grip. She shrugged nonchalantly. "It was aight I guess, the dress is fire though. So fuckin' beautiful."
My eyes lit up. "I know you got pictures, Lemme seeee!" I whined.
She shook her head, biting her bottom lip "Nope. I want you to be surprised."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Umm I'm your boss...you can't tell me no."
"Girl, who boss is you? Lil short self." she says with a chuckle as she grabbed me by my waist, pulling me into her.
"Yours. Remember who signs them checks. I run this." I tried to keep a straight face but ended up giggling.
She waved me off, rolling her eyes playfully. "Oh okay. Now I see...so you pimping me?"
I couldn't help but laugh obnoxiously loud. "I mean...you said it. Not me." I replied.
She bit her bottom lip grabbing me up roughly. "Aye, stop playing with me. You know you ain't runnin' shit but that mouth...and I got other plans for it." She ran her thumb across my bottom lip.
Waterfalls....that was the only word I could use to describe the current situation that was taking place in my vickies.
She smirked at me, like she already knew I was dripping for her...and she gently slid her hand right into my leggings.
My mouth fell open and I let out a soft whimper as her middle finger parted thick lips and found my pearl.
She teasingly rubbed me, but just barely touching me, knowing that would drive me crazy.
