His Little milky way ( bwwm )
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" You Know We Dont to be talking to each other right?" My Soft Voice Said looking up at his 6'2 statue.
" I dont give a Damn" He Chuckled, And pull me towards him.
" They Should know not to fuck with Whats Mine, my mw " he says licking/Kissing my lips.
"Why Does He Always Called Me MW?" I Asked as he gets closer to to my face with that delicious smell.
"Cause You Remind Me Of A Sweet milky Way" He Whispered. " So Sweet...& Tasty".
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