|Issaiah Love|
I wake up and roll over to look at a sleeping Foreign. Climbing on top of him, I start to shower him with kisses. My lips go straight to his neck licking and sucking on it. Foreign stirs in his sleep letting out a soft moan as I feel him grow under me. I smirk sinisterly running my hand down his stomach until I reach the organ I'm after. My hand moves up and down stroking him until he woke up. Another moan escapes his lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Good morning to the both of you."
"You mind telling me why I'm fucking your hand you right now?"
"Just trying to wake you up. Rise and grind my love."
"You about to stop playing with me before I put this Foreign wood on you girl." A firm slap is administered to my ass before both of his hands grab a hold of it and spread my cheeks as far as they can go. I can fill my southern lips open up. His fingertips run over my vagina making me squirm above him.
"Keep doing that, I like how you're making me feel."
"That fells good?" I moan in response and place my lips back on his neck. Resuming with our fore play, his hands start to rub painfully slow on my clit making my stomach heat up. My pelvis pushes harder against his fingers trying to feel more pressure to get my nut.
"Foreign."
"Say that shit again." Foreign grabs my neck and rubs his thumbs over my lips.
"Daddy Foreign."
"Damn girl I haven't heard that name in a while, you trying to get pregnant?"
"Not yet but we can at least practice."
"Practice sounds good."
"It does, but we're going to have to wait honey. We have a full day ahead of us."
"You sure you don't want to continue."
"I'm positive, come on. The quicker we leave, the quicker we can get back."
"Fine." Foreign lets me up so that we both can start to get ready. After the sleep that I got last night, I am really rested and ready to get this day started. Since we were going to be going all over the city I decided to settle on something comfortable. I go to my closet and throw on a crop top and some black sweatpants and some black tennis shoes. Foreign steals my look and throws on his pair of black sweatpants and a black v-neck.
"Ready babe?"
"Yep, lets ride." We walk out of our hotel room and get on the elevator. When we get off we walk through the lobby to get outside where our cab is waiting. The first place that we are going is the Folklore museum. As soon as we get in the driver pulls out and takes us to our destination. While on the way there, Foreign tells me some information about the museum. I listen with open ears excited to hear about part of his culture and what tales he grew up believing. I'm glad he knows the history of both sides of his family. Most people only know one part.
When we pull up, we both get out and and walk inside the building to join the other people that were waiting for the tour. I pull out my phone and take a few pictures waiting for our tour guide to come out.
"Hello everyone welcome to the Folklore museum. I'm your host Lydia. Today I'm going to tell you about the old folktales that us Greeks have grown up being taught to us."
"Hi Lydia." Some of the people greets her back with smiles and waves.
"Can anyone tell me what year this museum opened up?" This one little girl raises her hand to answer the question. "Yes ma'am."
