Brooklyn And Dwight
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Last published Sun, Mar 25, 2018
" Does this look like a little girl body to you?" she asked taking a long puff of the blunt.
Dwight licked his lips and looked her up and down with raised eyebrows.
She blew the smoke in his face and sat on his lap. She rubbed the little wound on the side of his face. Dwight remained with a straight face, keeping his body relaxed and hands to himself.
"Dwight you never think about us or what we could be...what we could do for each other." she parted her lips and let then graze against his closed ones.
The softness of her lips tempting him to taste, soon he opened his mouth along with her and they kissed, his tongue overpowering hers.
After awhile she reached down to touch below his belt, but before she could grab anything, her stopped her and pushed her away.
" wassup with you?" she said confused and feeling embarrassed for being rejected.
" Aye, chill out with all that Brooklyn," he said angrily. " I'm a grown ass man and I don't play games with little girls. In my eyes you will always be like my Lil sister." He laughed, awkwardly.
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