Catwoman
My mother claimed he was not good for me. I kept quite when friends talked about his hoe behaviour but when he called, I was on a marathon to his crib. He smoked a lot. He had quit basketball and now the environmental club.
Nothing was going south to him as everyone claimed, just that he felt too good for life. Too good for me, too good for the world. Maybe he was, maybe I was playing victim to his misdoings. I knew he was taking advantage of me but man is to error, eventually I might fix him. And he would love me for that.
His text was simple. A peach, a cucumber emoji with a grin face. He wanted my ass so bad, and I was going to let him eat it up, spank it, shake to loosen it and my favourite, nibble on it. I had laces on, clean shaved with a dramatic seductress mood on.
I opened the door, and what caught my eyes were a pair of perky pointed breasts, underneath a beautiful smile.