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breakfast

this is for y'all dior girls 😌

"baby where you at? i literally woke up without you beside me?" dior just texted as im on my way to mcdonalds.

"sorry b, im on my way to mcdonalds rn" i replied to him as i drove behind the car in the drive thru.

"no need, im boutta make breakfast. go home now. i needa see yo sexy ass" i kissed my teeth, and smiled afterwards. i was just about to reverse when a car pulled up out of nowhere.

fuck. what am i going to get here? water?
i went home, with nothing. but water. dior should've told me sooner, but i guess its fine?

"baby!" i called out to him, basically looking for him everywhere. i smelled the smell of chicken cooking. chicken for breakfast? what.

i walked to the kitchen and saw him shirtless. damn, this the breakfast i want. i walked over to him hugged him from behind.

"oh hey baby" he said in his deep voice, making me melt. i looked down at the counter to see him making a salad. not the greens. he walked past me with a smile on his face as i just turned at him and looked at him made his way to the table, digging into his salad. he looked up at me as his shoulder slumped, and let out a smile. i cant help but smile him, and he walked towards me putting his hands around my torso, sending shivers on my spine.

"i dont know how you manage to look this beautiful with just sweats and a sweatshirt. and with no makeup. you finna make me act up. " i cant help but blush at his words. he lifted my chin and we both made deep eye contact.

"i luh you" he whispered and pressed his lips onto mine, making me smile into the kiss, our lips moving in sync. this the type of morning i will never get tired of. the makeout session cause he was trying to lift my sweatshirt, and putting his hands on my underwear when i remembered the salad. i pulled away with a smile on my face. i sat on the table as i started eating the salad he made. i looked up at him as he just looked at me confused, making me chuckle.

"eat with me?" i asked as he just rolled his eyes and i looked at him seductively.

"or eat me" i said, popping a tomato cherry in my mouth, and stared him down. he hurriedly walked over me and lifted me on the table, as he set the salads on the counter.

"you know i'd choose you over anything" he said as he took of my sweatpants with my underwear. without a warning, he attached his lips on my kitty, licking up and down slowly, as i let out moans. he started nibbling on my clit, making my back arch and hold onto the sides of the table. his tongue was literally working magic, licking and sucking every now and then. he inserted two fingers, making me moan louder. i know how much my moans turn him on, as his pace was getting faster. i felt a know on my stomach, and released onto his fingers as he looked at me and licked his fingers clean. damn.

"thanks for the breakfast baby" he said as he winked at me and walked away. i think the fuck not boo. i grabbed his arm and turned him to look at me, as i placed my hand on his dick.

"so you're telling me youre leaving without me getting a taste of you, i think the fuck not"

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hi beauties!! this is for y'all dior ladies and this is the one i got so much request of. i hope y'all liked this one,, i love y'all mwah <333