Jrobin

69%
Flag icon
“Hold up, where you going without my kiss?” Ocean buckled me in his lap, using his forearms. “Nigga, I’m just going to get a pencil.” I giggled. “I don’t give a damn what you about to do. Always give yo’ nigga a kiss before you leave me.” He pecked me deeply and sensually.
Applying Pressure
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview