For The Love Of The Scar

Growing Up In The Bronx

I'm Miliuna 18 years old & growing up in the Bronx wasn't always easy we had to get it however we got it, so that's what I always stood by.
My mother died when I was 4 she was strung out on dope that's all I ever knew because that's all I was told , my dad is a drunk and I don't fuck with him period , people call me the baddest bitch round the Bronx because I started stripping when I was 16 down at S&L Lounge shiiit it kept food in my stomach and money in my pockets so I got off my ass and did what the fuck I had to do so nobody could call me a broke bitch.
I sleep anywhere my head lay at night even if it was somebody else's man bed I love to fuck and I'm single it became a priority I had sex every night I left the club .
I once met this nigga name Johnny at the club baby was dropping bands on me all night no lie.
He asked me for a private dance that night
when we got in the private room he instantly start ripping me out my body suit and sliding his hands up and down between my legs he started sticking his fingers in my pussy and feeling all my juices run down my leg he stopped and stuck his fingers in my mouth letting me taste it and he pulled his pants down and started beating my pussy up from the back his dick was good but it could've been better.

When we came out the room my homegirl Asha kept asking me wtf was taking me so long in the private room because we only had one room at the time I was just like bitch he was fucking me she was just like girl u know damn well if Sonny them found out your ass is grass I told that bitch to just shut the fuck up and walked out.