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Whether big or small, they never downplayed an accomplishment. No matter how many accolades or levels they reached, each one was celebrated.
Only a woman with some good-ass pussy could boldly proposition him for sex, and he wanted to find out how good.
Zahir didn’t just eat her pussy; he cleaned the plate. Licked the mothafucka off the bone and sucked his teeth when finished.
Zahir had no plans on washing the remnants of her from his face. He simply dragged a hand over his mouth and rubbed her juices into his beard as if it were an organic oil. He was adding Sovanna’s essence into his regimen only for the night.
“That bottom lip poking out gon’ get you everything you want, gorgeous.
If she took things to the next level with a man, it was because she’d let her guard down, expecting her heart to be well taken care of.
I only like sharing my body with the man I’m in a relationship with.”
“Because getting to know you is on my agenda, and I’m a man who believes in handling business in a timely manner.”
Sovanna chalked up the way he spoke as a man who played no games and knew exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it, how, and where.
Sometimes life requires us to do the scary things. Otherwise, we won’t know what the other side of that looks like.”
“We’re grown and can make it work if that’s what we both want. I know that’s what I want.
Zahir showed her in that moment that it just wasn’t supposed to work out with him. If a man wants you, he is going to come get you or send for you. It was that simple, and Zahir needed her to understand that.
According to her friends at brunch, the dating pool had piss, bleach, and shit in it.
They say the woman a man gives his last bite to becomes his wife.”
