Bianca's pov;
"OOOO NO ILL NEVER GET OVER YOU UNTIL I FIND SOMETHING NEW THAT GET ME HIGH LIKE YOU DO!" I sang at the top of my lungs along with the music as I unpacked my clothes.
"Mmmm yes baby sing." Taylor mumbled in my neck after wrapping his arms around me. I just laughed and started dancing against him. He spun me around and pulled me in for a kiss or two. "Where is your shirt?"
"I got hot," I laughed as he sat me on my vanity.
"You're obviously not that hot if your pants are still on." He smiled.
"I was getting there." I mumbled smiling back at him.
"Do you need some help?"
"Don't start something you can't finish." I teased.
"I meant unpacking, baby" he chuckled sliding his hands underneath my bra in the back.
"Okay but I want you to fuck me." I simply replied.
"Babe-"
"I want you to fuck me here-"
"Babe,"
"In the showerrr,"
"Babe,"
"On the kitchen counters and floor, the laundry room, everywhere!" I let out.
"Are you done?" He asked unamused.
"Until more ideas pop in my head." I smiled.
"I'll fuck you when you have my last name but until then finger yourself I don't care." He shrugged.
"Okay." I smiled.
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What the hell was i thinking?
RomanceBianca was living a normal life until her mom made a choice that changed her life completely. Bianca went from average girl stalking O2l to forced to being a pimps girlfriend but I mean it's not exactly a bad thing.
