Tory Lanez Smut

Facial hair care

"So tell me Tory how do you get your beard to be so perfect and full?"

"Mane thats all my girl y/n. Her kat be watering and nourishing the fuck out my shit to be honest. Ion even be sayin' shit I just be diving in stache first and out beard last."

"You crazy mane" Ty the interviewer laughs.

"Nigga just honest thats my wife. I aint gotta front or suga' code shit."

"So I take she likes the beard?"

"I mean I be having her running already and she ticklish and shit so it make her really run. But I handle it n' she take it too."

Y/n blushes from the lobby feeling the surrounding crew watch her.

She clenches her legs at the thought of her boyfriend of 3 years lapping at her clit as his index and middle finger penetrates her wet cunt repeatedly.

"You seem very open about your sex life and relationship."

"Yea like I said thats my wife at the end of the day everything on the outside can't explain whats going on in the inside of our hearts"

"Daswassup"

He asks Tory some other questions about his personal life and tour life before he finishes.

"That was an all exclusive interview with ya boy Ty Fenz and,"

"Tory Lanez" Tory finishes the outro.

Gathering his stuff Tory makes his way to Y/n. Her hands wrap around his neck pulling him down so she can whisper in his ear. His hands cuff under each of her ass cheeks.

"Your beards looking a little dry". She whispers seductively grazing her teeth against his earlobe.

He lifts her up unexpectedly. Her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

He carries them to the dressing room. Instantly dipping his fingers in her jewel as soon as the door closes. Her arousal coats his fingers as he strokes his chin darting his tongue out to grind it against the air.

Y/n moans in desperation.

A knock on the interrupts them.

"Hey Tory your 5 a clock studio session is ready." His assistant yells.

"We gone finish this later ma' ". He says licking his fingers sensually.