ass as he grinded her with a stroke of a genius, making her wetter with each pump. Slurping noises filled the room and Seven sped up, making her love box make noises.
âRight there, right there. Donât stop, nigga!â she crooned as she felt herself about to orgasm. Seven licked his middle finger and reached around so that he could play with her other hole, bringing her to a climax. He moved his finger in swift circular motions as her other entry got just as wet as her love box. GiGi smiled in pleasure as she enjoyed Sevenâs skills and perfect timing. She began to thrust her pelvis against him as she came closer and closer to her orgasm. âSeven!â she yelled as her love came down and a small squirt shot from her womb, dripping onto Sevenâs inner thigh. Seven instantly pulled out, not even wanting to get his orgasm. He just wanted to let GiGi know who the boss was. GiGi hopped off the dresser, staggered over to the bed, and collapsed.
âSeven, you the best,â GiGi said as she breathed hard and waited for her legs to stop trembling. Seven smiled and smacked her on the ass just before he walked into the bathroom that was connected to his room.
âI have to hit the streets. Call me later, right?â Seven asked.
âYeah, baby, Iâma call you,â she said as she stood up and looked in the dresser mirror, fixing her hair.
âYou still got an attitude?â he asked as he stepped in the shower. âBetta lose it and donât say nothing to that girl when you leave,â he demanded.
âOkay, Daddy. Iâm sorry. You know I get jealous sometimes,â she said, standing up and straightening out her dress. âI am running late for a photo shoot in Detroit. I will call you when I get back,â she said as she walked into the bathroom. She opened up the curtain and watched as he washed his body with the sudsy soap. âYou hear me?â she asked.
âOkay. Talk to you later,â Seven said as he closed his eyes, letting the water cascade down his face and onto his body.
âOkay,â she said as she closed the curtain and left. She picked up her coat and saw Hazel washing her plate in the sink. Wanting to respect Seven, she said, âBye.â Hazel acted as if she didnât hear her and didnât even acknowledge her. GiGi shook her head and exited the apartment. Hazel caught an attitude as she thought about what she had just heard.
Why am I catching an attitude? Hazel thought while trying to convince herself that she wasnât feeling Seven. In due time, Hazel would stop faking and realize that Seven was the man of her dreams.
Thirty minutes later Seven emerged from the back, fully clothed. He had a tan sport jacket on with a tan casual dress shirt on underneath. The first button was undone on his shirt but he still looked neat and debonair. The casual yet sophisticated hook up he had on made him look like he had just jumped out of a GQ magazine. His neatly ironed slacks and crisp loafers only added a cherry on top of his debonair look. Seven carried a duffle bag in his right hand, ready to go handle business. Hazel was watching television as he entered.
âOkay, Hazel, Iâm about to head out for a couple of hours. Make yourself at home and there is food in the fridge. We will talk later this evening and I will take you shopping then, cool?â he asked as he headed to the door.
âWhy are you being so good to me, Seven? You know you donât have to do this,â Hazel said, not understanding his loyalty to her. Hazel turned around and took a look at Seven and couldnât believe that Seven was looking so professional, totally the opposite of his hardcore persona. Seven pulled out a pair of non-prescription, sophisticated-style glasses and slid them on, making him look more like a doctor than a drug dealer. Damn, Hazel thought, amazed at his new appearance. Seven gave her a small grin and opened his door. Seven
âRight there, right there. Donât stop, nigga!â she crooned as she felt herself about to orgasm. Seven licked his middle finger and reached around so that he could play with her other hole, bringing her to a climax. He moved his finger in swift circular motions as her other entry got just as wet as her love box. GiGi smiled in pleasure as she enjoyed Sevenâs skills and perfect timing. She began to thrust her pelvis against him as she came closer and closer to her orgasm. âSeven!â she yelled as her love came down and a small squirt shot from her womb, dripping onto Sevenâs inner thigh. Seven instantly pulled out, not even wanting to get his orgasm. He just wanted to let GiGi know who the boss was. GiGi hopped off the dresser, staggered over to the bed, and collapsed.
âSeven, you the best,â GiGi said as she breathed hard and waited for her legs to stop trembling. Seven smiled and smacked her on the ass just before he walked into the bathroom that was connected to his room.
âI have to hit the streets. Call me later, right?â Seven asked.
âYeah, baby, Iâma call you,â she said as she stood up and looked in the dresser mirror, fixing her hair.
âYou still got an attitude?â he asked as he stepped in the shower. âBetta lose it and donât say nothing to that girl when you leave,â he demanded.
âOkay, Daddy. Iâm sorry. You know I get jealous sometimes,â she said, standing up and straightening out her dress. âI am running late for a photo shoot in Detroit. I will call you when I get back,â she said as she walked into the bathroom. She opened up the curtain and watched as he washed his body with the sudsy soap. âYou hear me?â she asked.
âOkay. Talk to you later,â Seven said as he closed his eyes, letting the water cascade down his face and onto his body.
âOkay,â she said as she closed the curtain and left. She picked up her coat and saw Hazel washing her plate in the sink. Wanting to respect Seven, she said, âBye.â Hazel acted as if she didnât hear her and didnât even acknowledge her. GiGi shook her head and exited the apartment. Hazel caught an attitude as she thought about what she had just heard.
Why am I catching an attitude? Hazel thought while trying to convince herself that she wasnât feeling Seven. In due time, Hazel would stop faking and realize that Seven was the man of her dreams.
Thirty minutes later Seven emerged from the back, fully clothed. He had a tan sport jacket on with a tan casual dress shirt on underneath. The first button was undone on his shirt but he still looked neat and debonair. The casual yet sophisticated hook up he had on made him look like he had just jumped out of a GQ magazine. His neatly ironed slacks and crisp loafers only added a cherry on top of his debonair look. Seven carried a duffle bag in his right hand, ready to go handle business. Hazel was watching television as he entered.
âOkay, Hazel, Iâm about to head out for a couple of hours. Make yourself at home and there is food in the fridge. We will talk later this evening and I will take you shopping then, cool?â he asked as he headed to the door.
âWhy are you being so good to me, Seven? You know you donât have to do this,â Hazel said, not understanding his loyalty to her. Hazel turned around and took a look at Seven and couldnât believe that Seven was looking so professional, totally the opposite of his hardcore persona. Seven pulled out a pair of non-prescription, sophisticated-style glasses and slid them on, making him look more like a doctor than a drug dealer. Damn, Hazel thought, amazed at his new appearance. Seven gave her a small grin and opened his door. Seven
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