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birthday sex

birthday sex was special sex.

THEY have been dating for about over a year now. Zayn and Yessenia were completely in love with each other. Nothing could tear them apart. If you'd see them together then you would notice that they were so attached. They adored one another to the fullest, inside and out. It happened when they met at a soccer game and it was history from there.

Zayn lived that dirty lifestyle. He was a Pakistani Brit who had the looks, charm, and the plugs. If you dare to cross him up then you better watch your back. He had eyes watching everywhere. Zayn had mad connections all over the city of Medellín, Columbia. He was cool with a lot of people and had no beef with anybody. Zayn started selling big with the narcotics, weed, xanax, and anything that related. Nobody was let down. And that made sure that his pockets were always pretty heavy.

Now Yessenia, his sweet girlfriend, was the complete opposite from Zayn. She went to church every Sunday and Wednesday. The young Columbian woman had goals and morals for herself. People were surprised when they found out that she was dating a drug lord, yet alone a man that was outside of her race. She always dreamt for big things and one of them was finding love. Yessenia knew that the moment she laid eyes on Zayn that he was the one for her. That woman loved her some of him. Even with his illegal "occupation" she loved him to death. She was a true rider because he rode for her.

"Feliz cumpleãnos mamacita," Zayn greeted his girl with a dashing smile, kissing her cheek softly. "You look so beautiful. Happy birthday."

Yessenia smiled at her boyfriend that had finally arrived. She was happy that he has picked up on some Spanish with him being around her a lot, "Thank you my love."

"Anything for you mi ángel," Zayn's hand went down her back. The dress she had on flaunted her beautiful flawless skin. Being the way that he is, he smirked in amusement when she slapped his hand away from her ass.

"No Zayn," she pointed a finger at him, her accent thickening as she did so. "Not..not now."

Yessenia was used to her boyfriend's mischievous ways. She knew that he liked the sight of her back in certain dresses, or when she wasn't even dressed. Another thing that wasn't new is the fact that he did like to grab up on her ass whenever he could. Zayn had said something about an arch that he found sexy on her earlier—she didn't even know what that meant because she herself was getting better at English and understanding things more clearly—but paid to no attention to it.

"I had to let people know that it was mine," Zayn placed both hands on her hips, swaying to the slow Latin music that was bumping through the speakers. "You are mi novia."

Yessenia practically melted by his touch, soon wrapping her arms around his neck to match his simple movements since she knew that he's a terrible dancer. She giggled at his use of both English and Spanish in the same sentence. He tends to do that a lot when he wanted to make her smile. And luckily it had worked.

"I know but—," she looked around, seeing that her family was around. "Mi familia."

"Tu familia es mi familia. They shouldn't mind. And plus, your dad is grabbing your mother's ass right now," Zayn chortled looking over at his soon to be in-laws.

She turned around, gasping at sight. God, she nearly threw up in her mouth. Her father and mother laughing as they held onto each other, and showing affection of course. Yessenia groaned out of embarrassment as she watched them dance and drink. And when she was pulled back to Zayn's chest she knew that he was gonna press her about it.

"See?" Zayn chuckled, placed his hands right back on her ass. "It ain't nothin' wrong about it baby."

Yessenia simply rolled her eyes, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, "You think you're..you're so slick don't you?"