Haecceity | Oscar Diaz
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"Will you marry me, baby?"
'Uhm, nah', she responded thoughtlessly.
"NAH!? Nah, fool. YOU gon' marry me. You got that devil pussy, you can cook, and you love me like no fucking one has ever loved me. Nah, your ass marrying me, hermosa", Oscar quipped.
Gabriella smirked throwing her arms around the shoulders of her angry lover. "Yes, fool", she agreed letting out a chuckle.
"Get off me, Grabriella", he ordered.
'Damn, Osc. Not the government, papi", Gabi teased causing her fiancé to mug her.
"Grabriella", Oscar warned.
"I said 'Yes, fool'. What else do you want from me, nigga?", she said exasperatedly.
He opened his mouth to give a smart retort but was silenced by his fiancée's lips covering his. Oscar could never resist her lips. So as per usual, he gave in kissing her back passionately.
"I love you", she muttered against his lips.
"I love you too, fool", Oscar responded into the kiss.
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