Hers To Keep

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While We're Young

❝Baby while we're young
I think we should do something crazy
Like say "Fuck everyone"
And just run away from the daily routine
Yeah you know what I mean❞

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December 5th 2012
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Thick pillows of snow painted the town white. The faint shine from the city light's could be seen in the distance providing the natives along with the tourists a picturesque view.

Today would be the definition of a quite day as people traveled in and out of the snow continuing on with their daily lives.

In a high-rise overlooking the city however a much more risque party was taking place.

Khalil's delicate moans ushered into his Paris' ears motivating him to finish the task at hand.

Each stroke was an apology for all the time the two had spent apart when they could have been loving on one another.

Due to her boyfriends line of work Khalil would often have to settle for snuggling with a sleek silver tablet some nights while Paris watched her drift off into a peaceful sleep.

The distance was something she hated with a passion; she knew all too well that her man needed to make his money she just hated being alone.

The idea of not being able to be in the presence of something that practically belonged to her aggravated her on a spiritual level.

She was head over heels for this man and although she was young she knew what she felt was something serious.

It wasn't love just yet they just had that dope connection you'd only see in movies from the nineties.

The occasional peck or two he planted on her forehead calmed her down long enough for her to catch a breath.

Slowing his marathon winning pace down to something more sensual and slow, Paris locked his deep brown eyes with hers.

"Tell me you love me." His baritone voice rushed chills from their hiding place directly up her body.

"I-I-I- ah shit!" Reaching her climax Khalil allowed the suden state of euphoria to take over sending her to a cloud many called nine.

Her silky legs shook in pleasure accompanied by repeated gasps for air. She didn't have asthma but right now she was praying for an inhaler.

Coming down from her high after a moment of Paris just toying with her nipples she came to the realization of his fully erect member still deep inside her treasure chest.

"N-na-no." Attempting to remove herself from her current position her face contoured into pure fear the moment his hands wrapped securely around her waist.

"I ain't done witchu yet.
" Without as much as a warning Paris pushed himself deeper knocking the wind Khalil had only caught moments ago right back where it came.