𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
Nineteen year olds should be living their lives like it's their last but not Wuraola.
Wura has never set foot outside her home since she was born and she has no desire to especially if everything...
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Vince gave me a soft look like he was asking me if he could leave. I gulped, my hands were shaking nervously.
I didn't like the way it felt. The tension was making me uncomfortable.
"Leave, Vince." Tino growled and the wetness in my panties confused me even further.
Maybe it was the bulge that formed under Gianni's pants and was rubbing against my sensitive part or the way his fingers tapped the insides of my thigh like a piano.
I nodded at Vince and it was only then that he left. Tino's voice was angry while Gianni gripped my waist tight.
I needed to make that feeling in between my thighs go away and for a slight second, Gianni pushed his bulge against me and a soft whisper left my lips. That was the only thing that helped relieve the strange undeniably delightful yet uncomfortable pressure.
I looked up at Tino and he was looking at Gianni who had his chin on my shoulder. Gianni's hands that had stopped moving now cupped my breasts and I exhaled. It felt so good. But what made it feel better was the way Tino was looking at me.
Tino's muscled chest was exposed underneath his silk red robe and his eyes were now on me. He was a beautiful man. His brown silky hair was up in a bun but this time, it wasn't held together by a pencil but a yellow band.
His robe was untied but a pair of black boxer shorts was the only thing underneath the robe.
I felt thirsty.
"Why are you doing this, Gianni? The girl is clearly too innocent to know what you're trying to do. I'm not interested in whatever the fuck you think this is about. Just leave her alone. I made her breakfast. Let-"
"You think I don't know what you're up to, brother. Over my dead body are you taking her from me." Gianni's voice was calm and his fingers rubbed circles over my panties. I gasped and arched my back. The pleasure was undeniable. I stared at Tino whose eyes glazed over and he inhaled but he didn't look away.
Gianni stopped. It felt like he was trying to torture me and I turned to him.
"Gianni?" I whispered and the smug look on his face disappeared before he looked at me.
"Yes, Angel" his voice had gone soft and I wondered if it was just me he spoke softly to.
"Please..." I trailed off, unsure of what to ask.
Please touch me? Made me feel good? Take the pressure away?
"Let her eat her food, Gianni. Don't make me say it again" Tino's voice was warning and angry. Gianni's hand left my waist and I stood up. My gaze fell to the bulge under his pants and I heard him chuckle.
"She clearly wants something from me. Don't you, Angel?" Gianni's voice turned soft and I ran my tongue over my lower lip.
