"They're ride or die so what's 17 years apart?"
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When you meet the love of your life at 15 growing up in the streets of West Philly you don't always do right by your family.
Selling dope, moving bodies , selling keys is the only way to stay alive...
I'm slightly buzzed as me and my wife stumble back to our section. I rented out half this hotel for my family and our guests. Me and cook got the biggest suite possible, for now. This isn't our honeymoon, more like a pre-show.
"Cook what are you doing?" I laugh as she pushes me on the chair.
"What I wanted to do all day" she seductively whispers grabbing handcuffs from off the dresser behind us.
"Why do you need those" I ask watching her handcuff one of my hands to the chair.
"Because, for now I'm in charge. No touching until I say so, just watch "she demands stepping back. I love dominant cookie, even though I'm a very dominant person I still like being told what to dress do.
Play All the time
Cook presses play on the remote and a very sensual beat starts to come through the speakers.I lean back in my chair as she starts to strip off the dress she changed into earlier to reveal the thinnest black price of lingerie ever
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"Damn" I mumble reaching out and rubbing her leg.
"Uhuh. Don't touch"she scolds me walking around the chair once before she starts to dance.
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I just watch as my wife does her thing. Twerking all over me, rubbing her ass against me and everything.
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