posted by MJ_Fan_4Life007
wewe felt his hand hand on your knee.
“Babe, I’m trying to watch some Mickey Mouse.” wewe say, slightly annoyed.
He leans in, and whispers in your ear, “Are wewe nervous yet?”
wewe knew this game, and wewe weren’t going to give in.
So wewe didn’t answer, and just stared at the TV.
He inches his hand up a little. “How bout now?”
wewe just ignore him.
Another few inches. “Are wewe nervous yet ?” He was right starting to reach your thigh.
wewe change the channel just to onyesha wewe aren’t phased at all.
His hands goes up a little more. “Are wewe nervous yet?”
Still no response from you.
His hand was now on your inner thigh, right kwa the zipper of your jeans.
And wewe start laughing like crazy.
He keeps his hand there, but smiles. “What’s so funny?”
“It tickles.” wewe giggle.
“Really?” He asks curiously, leaning in.
Lips crash, sparks fly. It’s all a blur. The inayofuata thing wewe know, both your shirts are across the room, his body on juu of yours, hands going up from your hips and under your bra.
His hands go behind your back, snapping your bra apart, and tossing it aside.
wewe tug off his shorts, and he kicks them off.
His hands go down, stopping at the waistband of your pants.
He unbuttons the button and pulls down the zipper. He tugs them off, slowly.
“WHOA!” Steve yells from the doorway.
“What the fuck do wewe think you’re doing?” Soda asks, covering up your mostly naked body.
“Well I was going to jiunge y’all for some Mickey panya, kipanya but noooo wewe couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Steve grins, rolling his eyes.
“Out!” Soda yells.
“But it was getting to the good part!”