satin n silk | urban

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"Who else can get ya wet"

o m n i s c i e n t | 10 a m
(Tiffany in the media)

Jamari currently sat in his kitchen, eating left over Chinese food and scrolling through his phone.  It was cloudy days like these where he felt his laziest.  He damn sure didn't want the guys over.

As much as he loved his bros, he was good on them for today.  He didn't wanna hear Zairo take someone else's girl or hear Keshawn complain about how a good girl was hard to find.  Plus after last night's events, he was pretty sure they were all tired.

Jamari chuckled, recalling the previous night  when he had casually walked passed James and Zairo double teaming a girl in the living room, so he could get some water.   Last night was wild.

But sex wasn't a big deal to him. His homies did this to girls all the time, and like he had confessed to Keretta the night before....

At one time, he had participated.

That was no longer him though.  His days of participating in the hoe olympics were long gone.  He just wanted to stack his paper, eat good and watch The Office.

Of course his mind eventually drifted back to Keretta, and how last night things had gotten heated. She had went on and on about having the ability to ruin his life, and he just wanted her to show him.  He was dying to see if all her shit talking matched what she was actually capable of.  It ended up being the complete opposite.  The plot twist was real. He ate the box for what felt like hours before letting her loose.  He just enjoyed pulling her back when she tried to run. 

He had to get her numerous times for being too loud and almost laughed when she started crying.  She'd tapped out way before he actually caught lock jaw. He knew he had caught her off guard with his crazy stamina but he didn't really care.

She was gon' ruin his life though? Right.

Even though he did get a taste of her the first night they met, he could already tell she wasn't the type of girl to just go around fucking niggas.  She wasn't like her friends. 

Jamari wasn't tryna hear none of that anyway.  He just felt like eating pussy.

He was not about to play with her.  She was too damn fine.  He took his time to savor each moment. 

Forreal, he could've sworn she tasted like chocolate.

Her dark brown skin  glowed to perfection, which he found out after lurking through her social media.  If he eventually made her his girl, he knew she could match his fly.  They listened to the same music too. Her love for Andre 3000 ran as deep as his.

She had to be wifed.  There was no other option.  Maybe he was thinking too far ahead right now.

The way she moaned his name, they were basically married.

Woah, pause.

He wanted to text her and see what was up with her, but at the same time didn't want to sound so thirsty. 

Like damn nigga, y'all just met last night.  You already seemed thirsty the way you slurped her ass up. Don't rush so much. He thought to himself.