Anastazia caught on and stood upright, clearly frustrated by the little joke these niggas thought would be funny. As she turned, Don’s eyes dropped to her round ass, licking his lips. “You can go. I don’t have time for this.” She sighed, smoothing the edges of her bun that had unruly curls coming from it. She was so fucking pretty. No matter how stressed she was, that honey brown complexion was always luminous and buttery.
