With your vision cloudy and body unstable, you could vividly see the haunting images of deception flashing throughout your mind.
Pressed against the rim of the toilet you could taste the vomit staining the inside of your mouth as the bitter taste r...
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"Oh, girl! What happened next?" You heard your friend, wife of the Merchant Tribe's warrior exclaim. Giggling, "Well, I didn't even get to answer his question because the man dived in cutting off my use of vocal cords!" You yelled.
Feeling an abrupt sting on your arm, "—Trick, you didn't tell me this!" Your best friend shouted. Swiftly turning your head, "I was gonna tell your ass, but you were too worried asking me if I saw his dick!" You clapped back, before returning the pinch.
"Well did you?" The country's lawyer questioned, with a slight raise in her eyebrow. "Yes, bitch. You happy now?" You deadpanned, as you rolled your eyes before you inherently scrunched your head down at the sudden squeals echoing throughout your living room. "Ah! How did it look?"
"Fuck that, how big is it?" You heard the hairstylist of the Royal Family and your friend ask, as she peeked her head around Giana's frame.
It has been twenty-four hours since T'Challa had you sprawled out on your couch with tears springing to your eyes as he ate you out and not containing your disbelief of what y'all did you called over your three closest friends before spilling the beans.
Rushing over within an hour with drinks and snacks at hand you invited them in. Finding yourself sitting down on the floor with y'all backs against the couch y'all began to gossip like middle school girls before they interrogated you on your blissful night.
Feeling your cheeks temporarily ache up from the big grin plastered on your face, "C'mon tell us Y/N!"
Using that as an excuse to drink the sparkling cider resting on your table you took a gulp. Releasing the glass from your lips you sighed, "After he got done eating me out he stood up and adjusted his pants and maaan.." You dragged, as you dramatically fanned a hand infront of your face.
"Quit teasing us!" Giana yelled, as she anxiously took a sip of her drink before slamming it down. Laughing, "I didn't see his bare dick, Saleem. However, ya girl did peep the print and damn talk about a eggplant." You squealed, as your memory flashed of his penis prominently bulging against his slacks.
"It was that damn big Y/N!" Ramla asked, with her eyes damn near popping out of her socket. Fiercely nodding your head you spoke, "Yes, girl! He had to be atleast eight or nine inches." You detailed.
Saleem loudly cleared her throat before she took a sip of her water before she spoke up, "Well, I think we've tipped toed around this burning topic enough but who has the biggest dick?" She questioned.
Now feeling your eyes popping out you placed a hand on your temple before gently rubbing them.
"Um, shit Saleem." You rolled your eyes. "Imma just say M'Baku has the biggest dick because of his body mass, height and weight." You mumbled, causing the girls to erupt into squeals and gasps.
"—Wait! Wait, a second. Not to say that I don't think T'Challa doesn't have a big dick. It's just that M'Baku is working with that Jabari wood, but it doesn't mean that I'm counting T'Challa out because he's an inch or three off." You shrugged, before you abruptly drowned your sparkling drink.
