“I can’t wait till I get home so you can tear that cherry out!” Jacob and I chanted and ridiculously danced around as the Beats Pill was blasting this one sensual song that’s on Beyoncé’s latest album. Produced and written by Justin Timberlake, Timbaland and Pharrell Williams, the song is Blow. “I want you to turn that cherry out, turn that cherry out!”
After that bridge was done after those three lines, we moved on to the third verse.
“Ooh, I had a naughty thought today baby, every time I close my eyes. Ooh, get a glimpse of this candy paint. Don’t slip off when it drip off on top of your ride,” The both of us smiled at each other as we’re singing---no matter how horrible we sound. “You see it here. Lift it up and toss it babe! I know everything you want. I’ma show you how I stroke! Bring your work home on top of me! I’ma let you be the boss of me! I know everything you want. Gimme that daddy long stroke!”
“I can’t wait till I get home so you can tear that cherry out!” I chanted as Jacob left that part alone. “Turn that cherry out, turn that cherry out!”
“That song will describe my life if I was still stuck in a female body,” Jacob winked. “My everyday life as a matter of fact.”
“As if we was together if you were a woman, you would let my tongue take a full entrance to your middle skittle everyday?” I smirked.
“Yeah,” He blushed. “But I’d force you to.”
“Stop that bullshit,” I made a skeptical face expression.
“No bullshit,” He shook his head with a beam.
“If you force me to be your cunning-linguist, I can be down with that with NO bullshit involved,” I grinned. “It’ll be whatever that soothes you after you come home from a stressful day at work.”
“And you can’t let anything spill,” Jacob challenged as we began to walk to the kitchen.
“So you want it dry when I’m completely done?” I asked in curiosity.
“Damn right,” Jacob nodded while munching on watermelon flavored Sour Patch Kids. Since he began his pregnancy, he’s been eating plenty of junk food than real food.
“Because even if I try, the bed or wherever I eat you would be a fucking river,” I laughed.
Again, I still can’t see myself lusting over his body constantly. Whether Jacob continued to be a female or not, I can’t see it. I’m not one of those guys that trust the fact that sex can heal entirely everything.
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