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flashed his iced-out Rolex watch.
Nautica instantly grew embarrassed, knowing that she wasn’t on her shit that day, wearing Chanel and Louis together.
“I approached you because I am a casting director for The Wire, and I was wondering if you did any acting.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, but you know how guys are sometimes.”
“I understand. But you have a unique look and you’re just what I’m looking for, for a particular small role.” He looked her up and down once again, not the way other men looked at her, but in a talent-scout way.
“Well, I’m not from here,” Nautica said, not fully believing the man. “I’m just here on vacation.”
“Well, let me give you my card, and if you come back to town, give me a call.” He pulled out a business card and handed it to Nautica.
Nautica looked at it. The card had his name, Benny Donovan, and his office and cell number. She couldn’t believe she was getting approached by a casting director. A big smile spread on her face. When she looked up, he was already walking away. Nautica glanced at the card again just before slipping it in her purse. “ The Wire , huh?” she said to herself.
“That’s the spot right there. Nigga, you better not bust yet! Keep hitting that spot, daddy,” Khia moaned as she gripped the kitchen seat tightly. She had nothing on but her high heels and a smile.
Quaye had his pants dropped around his ankles, one foot out, and his Timberland boots on as he grinded slowly in circles, trying to hit every wall inside of Khia. His balls swung back and forth with every stroke, hitting Khia’s clitoris every time, and it was driving her crazy.
“I got you, ma.”
Quaye gripped Khia’s gigantic butt cheeks and massaged them as he went to work on her. His sweat, along with Khia’s juices hit the ceramic floor, and the sounds of sex echoed throughout the kitchen. Quaye had a habit of keeping his boots on when he had sexual intercourse with Khia. He knew that it would provide more grip, and that meant better sex for both of them.
Khia felt Quaye’s warm manhood pulsate so hard inside of her, it felt like his soldier had its own heartbeat. “Oh my goodness!” She gripped the sink even tighter as he gave her the business. She began to play with herself, feeling her orgasm about to approach.
Quaye knew what was coming, so he sped up, and the sound alone drove both of them crazy.
Khia’s knees buckled as she climaxed and exploded, staining Quaye’s Timberland. She almost lost her balance and held the sink to keep herself up as her legs quivered uncontrollably.
Quaye pulled out in time to release himself on Khia’s lower back.
“I love you, boy,” Khia said out of breath, hovering over the sink.
“I love you too, baby. I’m sorry, but I had to handle that. It’s something about seeing a woman in the kitchen that makes me go crazy.”
“No apologies needed. You handled yours today.” Khia put her hand up for a high-five.
Khia made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. She thought about how she was going to tell Quaye he was going to be a father, something she’d found out earlier that morning. She didn’t know how he would take it.
She hadn’t even told Nautica yet. It was ironic that they were pregnant at the same time. She wished that Nautica had kept her child so that their children could’ve grown up together, like they did.
As Khia got in the shower and let the water cascade down her body, she smiled. She was fond of the idea of being a mother-to-be. That was the only way she’d slow down and get her life together. This was her ticket to change her life around and get out of that strip club.
She couldn’t wait to call Nautica to tell her, but then she thought about what had happened a couple of nights before and began to worry about her. That nigga Zion is nuts. Nautica better quit that nigga, fo’ real , she thought as she continued to wash her body.
Zion drove back from meeting his connect, which
Nautica instantly grew embarrassed, knowing that she wasn’t on her shit that day, wearing Chanel and Louis together.
“I approached you because I am a casting director for The Wire, and I was wondering if you did any acting.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, but you know how guys are sometimes.”
“I understand. But you have a unique look and you’re just what I’m looking for, for a particular small role.” He looked her up and down once again, not the way other men looked at her, but in a talent-scout way.
“Well, I’m not from here,” Nautica said, not fully believing the man. “I’m just here on vacation.”
“Well, let me give you my card, and if you come back to town, give me a call.” He pulled out a business card and handed it to Nautica.
Nautica looked at it. The card had his name, Benny Donovan, and his office and cell number. She couldn’t believe she was getting approached by a casting director. A big smile spread on her face. When she looked up, he was already walking away. Nautica glanced at the card again just before slipping it in her purse. “ The Wire , huh?” she said to herself.
“That’s the spot right there. Nigga, you better not bust yet! Keep hitting that spot, daddy,” Khia moaned as she gripped the kitchen seat tightly. She had nothing on but her high heels and a smile.
Quaye had his pants dropped around his ankles, one foot out, and his Timberland boots on as he grinded slowly in circles, trying to hit every wall inside of Khia. His balls swung back and forth with every stroke, hitting Khia’s clitoris every time, and it was driving her crazy.
“I got you, ma.”
Quaye gripped Khia’s gigantic butt cheeks and massaged them as he went to work on her. His sweat, along with Khia’s juices hit the ceramic floor, and the sounds of sex echoed throughout the kitchen. Quaye had a habit of keeping his boots on when he had sexual intercourse with Khia. He knew that it would provide more grip, and that meant better sex for both of them.
Khia felt Quaye’s warm manhood pulsate so hard inside of her, it felt like his soldier had its own heartbeat. “Oh my goodness!” She gripped the sink even tighter as he gave her the business. She began to play with herself, feeling her orgasm about to approach.
Quaye knew what was coming, so he sped up, and the sound alone drove both of them crazy.
Khia’s knees buckled as she climaxed and exploded, staining Quaye’s Timberland. She almost lost her balance and held the sink to keep herself up as her legs quivered uncontrollably.
Quaye pulled out in time to release himself on Khia’s lower back.
“I love you, boy,” Khia said out of breath, hovering over the sink.
“I love you too, baby. I’m sorry, but I had to handle that. It’s something about seeing a woman in the kitchen that makes me go crazy.”
“No apologies needed. You handled yours today.” Khia put her hand up for a high-five.
Khia made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. She thought about how she was going to tell Quaye he was going to be a father, something she’d found out earlier that morning. She didn’t know how he would take it.
She hadn’t even told Nautica yet. It was ironic that they were pregnant at the same time. She wished that Nautica had kept her child so that their children could’ve grown up together, like they did.
As Khia got in the shower and let the water cascade down her body, she smiled. She was fond of the idea of being a mother-to-be. That was the only way she’d slow down and get her life together. This was her ticket to change her life around and get out of that strip club.
She couldn’t wait to call Nautica to tell her, but then she thought about what had happened a couple of nights before and began to worry about her. That nigga Zion is nuts. Nautica better quit that nigga, fo’ real , she thought as she continued to wash her body.
Zion drove back from meeting his connect, which
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