Brianni uses her sister's pictures and information to live her best social media life not knowing she'd meet the love of her life that way. Will he accept being catfished or will this just create a big mess for everyone?
Two sisters, one guy. Who wi...
I woke up that morning feeling better than how I felt with sleeping with random guys for the first time I won something over Brianni.
My sister has beat me in education, being humble, now being respected by people since she was Zion's girl, and the list goes on but at the end I beat her by having her guy eating in the finger tips of my hands.
I woke up that morning with a smile on my face yes I slept with Zion that last night and I don't wanna lie, he fucked me better than all the guys I have ever slept with before.
After showering and dressing up putting on my makeup that the mirror testified to me looking the best, I made my way to the kitchen.
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H
ow did I know Zion was in the kitchen? I was invited by the sound of something being fried and the smell of bacon or sausages couldn't really make up my mind on what was being prepared but my stomach wanted it.
I stood at the doorway leaning against the door frame leading to the kitchen I folded my arms and looked at him. He was wearing nothing but his basketball shorts and his chain.
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He was well concentrated on the pan on the stove I made my way to him and hugged him from behind. "good morning" I said kissing his back.
He got my hands off him. "Morning." That was cold I mean after the sexual night we had last night he made my mind to think otherwise all the things he was saying to me while inside my pussy. He cannot be acting like a saint today.
"what's wrong?" I asked him softly.
"Nothing." He said nonchalantly.
I rolled my eyes. "it doesn't seem like nothing." He shifted the pen and put it on a plate that was not hot he was frying bacon. He couldn't look me in the eye just by me staring deep in his eye I could underline the guilt and annoyance on his face. "how are you?" I changed the topic
