“Then let me talk to you since you in trouble either way,” Daun pressed into her, the basketball shorts he wore making his intentions clear. “Talk about what?” “I fuck witchu so heavy, Benzari.” Not her full name on his tongue. Benz watched his hand slowly glide between her legs, playing around in the pool of him. They never broke eye contact as he took those same fingers and put them in his mouth. Still watching, now smirking, Daun bent her over a bit, same hand, unleashing the beast.
