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zion.

starring: diamond white as tangie, nas as himself

set in 2000.

warning: sensitive topics, use of drugs and alcohol, mention of suicide, smut

There she stood. Her pearly whites being showcased, laughing alongside her girlfriends. A red cup in hand. All of her friends were dimes but she stood out. Bronzed skin adorned with hints of body glitter which glistened under the lights.

Tresses cut into a pixie cut. The blonde bombshell rocked her look uniquely and beautifully.

Diamond belly ring on display as well as her toned stomach with the exception of the sparkly golden deep v-neck crop top. A small ankh symbol tattooed between her perky breasts.

Plump backside accompanied by low rise Iceberg light blue denim jeans. Heels amongst her pedicured feet. She was fly yet mesmerizing, hips swaying from side to side as she began to dance to the music.

Confidence exuded from the woman and she didn’t need to try hard.

From afar, the bombshell caught the eye of a particular man. His attention had been focused upon the woman all night as he sat in the cut, remaining lowkey.

The rapper was in attendance due to being invited by a childhood friend. After almost an hour, he was on the verge of leaving— ready to go home, smoke yet another blunt and lay down.

But the blonde appeared in his peripheral, capturing his undivided attention. He found himself smoothly walking through the crowd, letting out occasional excuse me’s and dapping up a few individuals who spoke to him upon recognizing him.

Dragging his tongue across his plump lips, eyeballs trailing up and down amongst the woman’s frame underneath his naturally low eyelids.

Dancing, unintentionally she turns— her back currently facing the rapper. The beauty seemed to be having a great time, smiling brightly and shaking her hips to the beat effortlessly.

Connecting his palm amongst hers to gently spin the woman in his direction, “How you doin’, shorty? I’m Nas.” The brief expression of confusion and frustration immediately transitions into surprise yet fascination once she lays eyes on the male, instantly recognizing the rapper.

She analyzes his baggy attire and expensive jewelry, digging his style— especially his oversized red leather jacket. He looked even better in person. Smelled good too.

Jet-black liner surrounded her lip shape perfectly with a hint of brown and clear lip gloss. The rapper also caught a glimpse of the dark barb-wire tattoo amongst her upper arm and a Chinese font upon the other one.

“Tangie.” Their swirling dark-brown irises piercing into one another’s.

“What you doing after this?” His demeanor was suave, showcasing nonchalance.

His inquiry earns a chuckle and Nas returns it, watching her head drop slightly before she takes a good look at him yet again. “Going home. And not with you.”

Throwing his hands up in defense, “Oh shit.” He began, a chuckle passing his lips. “I ain’t even mean it like that.” That was a lie.

In actuality, as much as he’d been eyeing her… Nas really wanted the beauty to come home with him. But he isn’t going to be disrespectful about it.

“What did you mean then? ‘Cause you were pretty straightforward.” Crossing her arms, her head tilts to the side. Squinting her low eyelids in his direction as if she’s reading the rapper.

“I think you’re gorgeous. I’m digging what you got goin’, shorty. Know what I’m sayin’?”

Fighting her smile, she replies, “Uh huh.”

Tangie knows exactly who the male is. He’s a hip hop sensation whom seems to have it all; the money, the looks, the women. There’s no telling how many other females he’d said that to.

Looking off to the side, chuckling yet again at the sharp silence and the way her dark-brown orbs are piercing softly in his direction, “Can I at least get your number?”

“Nah, you good.” Mentally, Nas kissed his teeth yet physically his face grew slightly defeated yet stoic. “Nice meeting you though, Nas.” Placing emphasis on his name, the beauty began to walk away, a grin amongst her glossy lips.

She knew exactly what she was doing and so did Nas.

“Damn.” His irises watching her backside and hips sway side to side as well as her lower back tribal tattoo, clearly mesmerized.

When the word ‘damn’ exited his lips— it held two meanings. One is he didn’t know if he would see her again and the other as in ‘damn’ she’s a bad bitch.

But he would find a way. And that… he did.

He’d never sought out to find a woman, though for this particular one, he did. Having connections in Jersey isn’t rare for the rap star. It was rare that these connections had no absolute luck in search of the woman.

A month flew by, Nas found himself in Jersey yet again for shows and club hostings. Though, this particular day, he happened to be in a grocery store for snacks.

The rapper rolled his barely filled cart through the aisle, glancing at the stocked shelves behind his tinted Ray Bans shades. In the midst of tossing a bag of chips into the cart, something tells him to analyze his surroundings.

His eyes searches the aisle up and down, seeing as that it was practically empty with the exception of himself— the male immediately pauses in his tracks, watching a familiar captivating face turn and began pushing a half-full cart into the aisle he’s in.

“Oh, shit.” Speaking to himself lowly, the rapper instantly notices a toddler seated in the cart as well. He seemed focused on the toy car in his hand.

The woman hadn’t even caught him staring, giving her undivided attention to the stocked shelves.

She still looks as fly as ever. Dressed in figure-hugging denim jeans, a red bubble coat and black leather high heeled boots amongst her feet. It was chilly in Jersey so she dressed appropriately for the weather.

Mindlessly, the rapper pushes his cart further downward the aisle in her direction. “Excuse me? Tangie, right?” He makes his presence known earning the woman’s attention.

“Yeah…” She began, an unreadable expression amongst her brown skin. “You’re Nas. I saw you at that party.”

The rapper sends the blonde a light grin which she returns hesitantly. “What up, lil’ man?” He directs his gaze upon the little boy whom just stares at him. “This your brother?”

They practically had the same face and obviously the same skin tone. Undoubtedly, they were related somehow.

“No. He’s my son, Zion.” She beams down at the toddler lovingly.

He couldn’t lie. That caught him completely off-guard. But he isn’t mad nor upset. Why would he be?

“Can I hold him?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Before Tangie reaches to pick the adorable boy into her arms, Nas was already two steps ahead of her. He lifted him into his arms, “What up, man? You being good for your beautiful mommy?”

The toddler glanced around at his surroundings adorably as Tangie gently grasps his little wrist so he could wave at the rapper, “Say hi.” She smiles brightly which Zion returns, his eyes falling upon Nas. His chubby cheeks raising, showcasing his little teeth.

“He likes you.” Unintentionally, Nas and Tangie’s heads turn synchronously to lock eyes.

Tangie automatically breaks their eye contact. Meanwhile, Nas couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. “How old is he?”

“Three.” Grabbing the toddler out of his arms, she sits him right back upon the seat of the cart.

“I got a kid too. Her name’s Destiny.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and peeling out a small photograph. A grin amongst his lips, he shows the woman an image of his daughter.

“She six going on seven in a few months.”

A bright smile falling upon her face, analyzing the little girl’s facial features, immediately recognizing the similarities the two shared. “She’s gorgeous. That’s your twin, omg. No DNA test needed.” The duo exchanged chuckles, smiling at one another.

“Yeah, I know. I’m still tryna figure this fatherhood shi— I mean stuff out.” He corrects himself, not wanting to speak profane language around Zion. Placing the picture in its rightful position as well as his wallet— in his baggy leather coat pocket.

“I feel you. Parenthood is far from easy. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. He saved my life.” Tangie sends the toddler a loving smile yet again, adjusting his little bubble coat.

Silence began to rain upon the duo. Nas just stood there, admiring the woman’s beauty. A glint in his low eyes. This time, he couldn’t let her slip through his fingers without no way of possessing contact with her.

As the woman slowly glances upward, their alluring swirling dark-brown irises connected.

“I want to see you again.” Nas speaks, sounding more like a command.

Raising a brow, looking the male up and down very closely and slowly before staring into his orbs, “What’s stopping you?”

————

Sighing heavily, Tangie enters her two bedroom apartment. Upon waltzing into the living room and tossing her purse amongst the couch— something in particular catches her eye. It drew her attention.

“What the hell?” Her irises peered at the large vases of flowers, there had to be at least ten of them.

Follow the rose petals

The note hidden in one of the flowers read and instantly the beauty glances downward to the hardwood floor, lifting her heel slightly before doing as told. Her tongue sliding across the inside of her cheek, a smirk amongst her lips as she realized the rose petals lead her to the bedroom.

Her attention falls upon the bed, slowly strutting inside the bedroom in her heels. A purple, gorgeous silk gown laid across the queen-sized bed. Black red bottoms sitting on the floor neatly. A note sat next to the dress which she grabs without an hesitation.

Can’t wait to see that body in that dress. See you at 8, beautiful — Nas

Tangie began to blush uncontrollably, placing the card to her heart before catching a glimpse at the time. Instantly, beginning to get ready for her perfect night with Nas.

A month ago, the two ran into one another at the grocery store after she’d rejected him. The day they saw each other again was the day they exchanged numbers and grew closer from that moment on.

Now here they were, going on yet another date.

Zion happened to be at her homegirl’s house whom had kids as well. It was Friday, meaning he would be staying over there for the weekend. Tangie missed her baby but she could use a break.

Eight o’clock had fallen.

Nas’ jaw nearly dropped, the moment the woman steps outside of her apartment. Closing and locking the door, beginning to trail along the steps. Their eyes connected, sending one another shy yet mischievous grins.

Leaning on the side of his Lexus, his hands buried deep into his baggy jean pockets. Admiring the view of the beauty within his peripheral. “Damn.” He found himself staring intensely, loving how the gown hugged her curves.

“Look at you.” Grabbing a hold of her dainty hand, he began to spin her around for a complete 360. “You so fucking gorgeous. You ‘bout to make a nigga have a heart attack, shorty.” She smiles as she does so, giggling at his choice of his words.

“Mm.” He grunts lowly at the view of her cleavage while leaning in to plant a sensual peck upon her chest. “Smell good too.” His hands sliding along her clothed back before getting a good grip of her backside.

“Aight, aight. Let’s go before I end up taking you back in that apartment and bending that ass over.” Snapping out of his trance, he removes his hands and taking a step back to open the door for the woman.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Her response catches him off guard as he eyes her hips while she hopped in the passenger’s seat. A smirk grew amongst his lips, his head shaking from side to side.

In forty-five minutes, the duo made it to the restaurant and were seated without any issues. Tangie couldn’t help but to look around in awe of the place.

Nas’ arm sat onto her shoulder, the two sitting closely together in the booth. “This place is nice.” She speaks earning a nod in agreement.

“Yeah, it is. I knew you’d like it here.”

Glancing at him, taking a sip of her glass of Dom Perignon. “You’ve been here before?”

“Hell yeah. This my go-to joint whenever I’m in Jersey.”

“Well, thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for… everything.” She wouldn’t even have to ask him for things, he would just do it. Minus the lavish gifts and shopping sprees, Nas is a huge help for the single mother.

“It ain’t no thing spoiling my girl.” He replies earning a giggle.

“Your girl?”

Neither of the two solidified whatever it was between them. They were just two people whom liked one another a lot as well as enjoying each other’s company.

There was no sex. Was there a lot of kissing? Yes. A lot of cuddling? Yes. And so forth. They did things like couples yet weren’t exactly an actual couple.

The rapper drags his tongue across his lips, “What we waiting for?” His face only a few inches from hers. “I been ready to take this next level…” Their irises piercing into one another’s, Tangie’s top row of pearly whites digging into her bottom lip anxiously. “Only if you are.”

The beauty remained silent, glancing between his captivating lips and eyes. Her mind traveling to her son, Nas’ lifestyle and his daughter, her career, the things that came along with his lifestyle, more importantly her son.

Honestly, Nas comes with a lot. Though, she does as well but this is another social status.

“I need more time to think on that. I’m sorry, Nas.”

Sighing, he replies, “I understand. I ain’t tryna pressure you.” Looking away from the woman and taking a sip from his wine glass. “Take as much time as you need, shorty.”

Silence falls between the two. Tangie couldn’t help but to feel bad for seeming to ruin the vibe. She just couldn’t let up that easy. She needed time.

“I want to meet Destiny.”

The moment those five words exits her lips, Nas’ head turns in her direction. She had his full undivided attention at the sudden mention of his daughter. “Foreal? You sure?” It caught him by surprise for sure.

“Yeah. I would love to meet her.” She smiles softly. “If that’s okay with you…”

“Let’s make that happen then.” He sends her a grin, admiring her captivating canvas.

After dinner, Nas drove the woman home and opened the door for her. “You’re not coming in, are you?” His hands sat above her bottom, leaning against the side of his car.

With a head shake, he answers, “Nah, shorty. I got a show at ten.”

Childishly, she began pouting, “Shit. I forgot about that.” Her arms hanging upon his neck.

“Imma be back, aight?” He raises off of his vehicle, bending his neck to connect their lips into a passionate union. Tangie’s tongue slides into his mouth, their tongues dancing with one another beautifully.

A throbbing sensation grew between her legs and the woman couldn’t help it. Her dainty hands caressing his shoulders, moaning softly against his lips.

Nas could feel himself growing erect, though, he’d been aroused from the moment he saw her in that dress tonight. He wanted to so badly rip it off of her but she wasn’t all in, she wasn’t ready.

Disconnecting their lips, he peers down at the woman before tapping her backside, “Keep it tight for me.”

The rapper watched her walk away, shaking his head at the view and the undeniable sexual tension they’d constantly avoid. They both wanted it but Tangie was scared.

Upon seeing her enter her apartment, he pulls off into the night.

————

“Hi, Destiny. I’m your dad’s friend and I’ve heard so much about you.” The woman smiles brightly at the little girl whom returns it shyly, beginning to hide behind Nas’ legs. Sending Tangie a wave.

As desired, Nas allowed Tangie to meet his only child.

Chuckling slightly, the rapper grabs her tiny body and lifts her behind his head then onto his shoulders as she laughs uncontrollably. “Why’d you do that, daddy?” She starts to hit the top of his head repeatedly in a series of laughter.

He jogs further into the living room, holding onto her little legs and playfully slamming her onto the hardwood floor. He does the exact same thing to Zion. Making sure to not be too rough with either of the kids.

“Again! Again!” Zion lifts his arms into the air, jumping up and down.

“Yeah, again, daddy!” Destiny agrees.

Nas lifts both of them at the same time, gently slamming them yet again. Their infectious screams filled the air.

Tangie found herself smiling at the sight until the male looks in her direction, immediately coming for her. Her eyes damn near bulges out of her head, shouting, “No, Nasir, absolutely not!” Despite her protests, he lifts the woman into his arms with ease and playfully slams her to the floor as well.

“Get her.” The rapper orders and instantly the children began to jump her. “No, get him.” Their eyes connecting as they shared laughter.

Both of the adults took turns, playfully slamming the children. Nothing but laughter filled the area, enjoying one another’s company. They were having genuine fun.

“Miss T, can we watch Lion King?” Destiny quizzes, hopping up and down excitedly.

“Of course, baby.”

Though, eventually after growing tired of playing, they made a palate amongst the floor and had already ate.

“I got it.” Nas volunteers to put the vhs tape into the vhs player.

As soon as the movie began to play, Tangie laid her head onto Nas’ chest as the children laid between the two, growing engrossed into the film.

Silence filled the living room then soft snores came along. “Hey!” The blonde whisper shouts to the male, motioning to the bedroom earning a nod.

As quietly as the two could, the duo snuck out of the living area. Their hands connecting as Nas lead them to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

They began to lay in bed in the dark, staring upward at the ceiling. Nas caresses her back, considering the fact she’s laying on top of the male. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, on the verge of falling asleep, clearly relaxed.

“You wanna know something?” She quizzes tiredly.

“What?”

“I got knocked up at seventeen. I remember this and that person telling me what they thought I should do. What about college? What about your future? Blah, blah, blah, typical shit.” She began, growing comfortable enough to talk about her past. “I was in such a dark place with no absolute support from my so called friends nor my parents. They all turned their backs on me. One day, I decided I was sick of everything and everybody. So… I swallowed a bunch of pills.”

Nas immediately stops what he’s doing.

“That shit didn’t work. God said it wasn’t my time to go yet. It was a blessing and a curse. My parents tried to use my suicide attempt against me. Trying to make me believe that I wasn’t stable enough for a child. Truthfully, they were right. I knew they were right. So, I got in that car and sat back while they drove me to the abortion clinic.” A scoff passing her lips.

“But this particular radio station… began to play this one track by Lauryn Hill. To Zion. It was as if they knew my situation. I related to this woman so much yet I didn’t even know her personally.”

“I couldn’t get out of that car. I was frozen. I had been on my own since I made that choice. My parents didn’t want a damn thing to do with me and that was fine. I still don’t regret having my baby. Nothing compares to that moment of looking him in his eyes when I first laid eyes on him. His little cries. Those eyes that looked like mine staring back at me…” She trails off, nearly on the verge of tears. “From that moment on, I wasn’t the same girl. He changed me for the better. You would not have wanted to know me back then.”

He continued to caress her back, planting a kiss amongst her forehead. “You a damn good mother. Don’t you forget that.” She’d finally opened up but they had ways to go. Many ways to go.

“The way you interact with Destiny and Zion, I can tell you’re a good father.” The woman’s lips meeting the crook of his neck, planting sensual kisses. “I love that in a man.” Her tone of voice growing seductive, eventually their lips connecting for a good loving peck.

Tangie sat up on his lap, reaching over to her nightstand to turn the lamp on so she could see his canvas. The rapper’s hands palmed her backside, his dark-brown irises piercing upward into hers— ready for whatever.

Slightly bouncing on his clothed erection, she lets out a soft moan. The throbbing and wetness between her legs increasing each second. It had been a hot minute since she had a man in her bed, she was in heat.

She was tired of waiting and she was no longer afraid. He could tell.

“What you tryna do, shorty?” His raspy New York accent meets her eardrums, pink tongue dragging across his lips. He remained lying on his back, sensually analyzing the woman on top of his being.

Grabbing the rapper by his Queensbridge Finest Diamond chain, she replies, “I want you. I want all of you.”

Sitting up, the male instantly brings their lips into a passionate union. His hands sliding up and down her thick thighs. Tangie happened to be impatient and began to strip out of her clothes, now only in a pair of underwear.

“Damn.” Nas speaks in awe of the view, beginning to plant kisses along her exposed chest. He had never seen her like this before.

A plethora of low moans passing her throat but they start to grow louder the moment his right hand slips into her panties, rubbing her throbbing wet pearl in circles.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” His tone low yet commanding, their low eyes piercing into one another’s.

Slowly, Tangie’s top row of pearly whites digging into her bottom lip as the rapper flips her onto her back. He peels off her panties, sliding the pair along her brown legs and practically groaning at the sight of how wet she is.

“Shit, I got you like this...” His gaze between her widened legs, gripping her thighs. It wouldn’t be long before his head was between them, feasting on the woman like his last meal.

Her manicured hands upon his head, caressing the rapper’s fresh fade. Lips set apart as she grinds against his gorgeous canvas. “Yesss.” Her soft tone of voice meeting his eardrums, encouraging him to keep doing what he’s doing.

“Oh, baby…” She looks down at the rapper in pure bliss, observing how he ate her nectar. The woman was doing her best to keep her voice down.

Softly, his head swayed side to side, licking and kissing his most prized possession. Eyes were shut, loving the taste she possessed. He found himself groaning as he ravished the beauty, his member hard as a rock.

Looking her dead in the eye, he sends a long lick to her center before suctioning his lips around it repeatedly earning yet another moan. Her eyebrows furrowing together, attempting to close her legs but Nas stopped her right in her tracks.

“Nah, don’t do that.” He goes back to work, her moans and whimpers grow louder. Profane language passing her lips, continuing to fuck his face.

Though the moment she became too loud is when he stopped. Nas takes off his baggy shirt, tossing it to the floor before climbing on top of the young woman and burying his face into the crook of her neck, forming hickeys amongst her soft skin.

Impatiently, Tangie reached to pull his baggy sweats and boxers down then dragged her tongue across her right hand— with that exact hand she grabs his thick phallus, leading him inside of her walls. A gasp passing her lips, eyes widening at the feel of him inside of her for the very first time.

“Ah, shit.” Nas curses aloud, his hands pressed into the mattress on each side of Tangie’s head.

His dick had been trapped within her compressed walls, immediately being thrown into a trance. It was as if he’d entered another dimension. He fell in pure bliss at the sensation she gave him. So much in bliss that he had to control himself from releasing so quickly.

With the grasp of both of her legs, he presses them into the mattress for more access. His hips moving in a circular motion, digging deeper into the woman beneath him. His pace slow and passionate.

“Fuck, mm…” Tangie caressed the rapper’s back, each stroke snatching her soul away. Her eyeballs rolled to the back of her skull, lips inches apart as her eyebrows furrowed together. “Oh, shit.”

Her attempt to be as quiet as she could began to fail, the moment Nas’ strokes grew rough. He held a tight hold onto her thighs, keeping them wide open and away from one another as he continued to hit that gummy spot. A plethora of squeals meets his eardrums, given that she’s trying to keep from screaming to the top of her lungs.

“You gotta keep it down, baby.” The young male sends multiple kisses along her jawline earning a whimper. “I know, I know. Fuck.” He groans, loving how absolutely soaked she is.

Tangie’s wetness became a track of its own. Her creamy essence creating a sticky mess as their skin slapped together repeatedly. His chain dangling in her face.

Glancing at where their bodies met, Nas licks his lips at the beautiful sight before analyzing her fucked out facial expression amongst her gorgeous canvas. “You look so fucking beautiful taking me. Shit… Shit…” She tightens around his phallus, creaming yet again while looking him dead in the eye.

Immediately, Nas pulls himself out, “Hold on.” Panting heavily.

Tangie wasn’t hearing it. She switches their position, currently on top of the male and sinking onto his phallus. “Damn, it’s like that.” He drags his tongue across his lips yet again, lustfully watching the beauty bounce on top of him with ease. He was hooked and so was she.

“Ouu, this dick is so fucking good. Feels so good inside of me.” Her breathy raunchy moans earns a smack to her backside, fucking the woman from underneath.

“Mm, fuck…” She drags out lowly, her head tossing backward. Her dainty hands lying upon his chest, beginning to grind upon his lap in circles but in the midst of her actions— she finds her spot. “Shit, Nas.” Legs beginning to shake, leaving more cream upon his groin area.

Tilting his head to the side, licking his lips at the view and admiring how sexy she looks on top of him. “Just like that, beautiful. You doing such a good job.” His thumbs toying with her erect brown nipples.

Suddenly, Nas sits up and grabs her legs, lifting the pair on each arm for more access. He immediately gained more control, passionately yet roughly thrusting in and out of the whimpering beauty. Between her whimpers, she couldn’t help but to let out squeals and little screams here and there.

Tangie couldn’t shout to the top of her lungs like she wanted to. Nas was fucking her so good that she wanted to cry. He was driving her insane, up the wall.

The headboard banged against the wall intensely as the bed shook violently, creating creak noises. Tangie’s wetness still making a track of its own, damn near an album at this point.

Their eyes connect yet again, “This pussy so good, mama.”

“Mm…” Was the only she could drag out before he plants his lips upon hers for a good, loving peck.

Nas switched their position, flipping her onto her stomach. Her backside in the air much to his approval as he analyzed her lower back tattoo. “Grab this.” He hands her a pillow before tapping his phallus amongst her throbbing center then gently pushing himself inside yet again with a groan.

His strokes were rough just how she liked it. When it comes to back shots, she didn’t know how to control herself.

“Oh, fuck!” She shouts aloud unintentionally, on the verge of tears.

In result, the rapper sends a harsh slap to her plump bottom. “You being too fucking loud, yo.” He continues to fuck her from behind, groaning loudly at the sight of her ass clapping back on him.

The woman buries her face into the pillow, crying out loudly into the material. Drool found itself trailing along her chin as she took every inch of him. She was too fucked out that she attempted to run, reaching to place her hand onto his lower stomach and trying to crawl away. But his grip was much too tight and it seemed to have gotten tighter, the moment she tried to run.

“Where you going, mama?” He quizzes lowly, grasping a hold of both of her wrists and pinning them behind her back as if she was arrested. “Don’t run. You can take it, baby. Fuck, you can take it.”

She had no choice but to take it. Tears of pleasure cascading along her cheeks due to how amazing he felt digging in and out of her tiny hole. He stretched her out so beautifully. She’d never had a man put it down the way he did.

“Unh, unh, unh,” Each back stroke, Tangie moaned in and out of the pillow. “Ouu, daddy. You’re fucking me so good. Oh, my—” A gasp passing her lips as her legs began to shake yet again, more of her cream leaking out of her tight hole.

“Ah, fuck!” Nas happened to be on the verge of releasing, still fucking into the beauty without a care in the world. He was so lost in her walls, so deep in a whole other world.

Digging her pearly whites into her bottom lip, her low lust-filled irises averts back at him, throwing it back like never before. “Don’t stop. I want to feel that dick come inside of me…” Her eyelids fluttering repeatedly, tone of voice high pitched. “Your pussy.”

His low eyes piercing into hers, “My pussy, huh?”

“Fuck, yes… I’m gonna cum.” Her thin eyebrows furrow together as she breaks their intense eye contact, burying her face into the pillow.

It wouldn’t be long before they reached their climax, mouths agape, riding their high. Nas found himself gripping the top of the shaking headboard in the process at the effects of the intense orgasm.

“Damn.”

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