Chapter 70
f nothing else, Face was bold. It took a second before it registered to me that I’d woken up in his arms. Then through my shorts I could feel his hard dick pressing against
my ass. The worst part about it was that it felt good.
Even though I had been with the same nigga since forever didn’t mean that I was prudish.
I loved to fuck. Probably more than the average woman.
And Too Low swore that was one of the reasons that he could never fully rest in jail.
He feared that my sexual urges would eventually become too much to ignore.
I had three different versions of roses at home. I put those bad bitches to use at least twice a day, and I still was never fully satisfied. Basically, I was craving some dick. Deep penetration. Hell, I even missed sucking dick.
So, the last thing I needed was Face’s dick pressed against my ass. Especially when it felt huge too.
“Umm,” he moaned in my ear, as he squeezed my body. “Good morning,” he gruffly spoke, while slickly clutching my titty.
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