"Lorenzo no more" she panted out as I thrusted my hips into her.
We've been going at it ever since I showed her my tattoo last night and let's just say she went crazy.
I've atleast dumped 8 loads in her.
We need help.
I slapped her ass and she whined in response. She laid down on the bed with her hair shot out. Her bonnet was no where to be found.
"Go pee" I stood up as she groaned and turned the other way.
I rolled my eyes and picked her up as she squealed.
"You shouldn't be doing a pregnant lady like this" she whined as she sat on the toilet and peed.
I started brushing my teeth as I watched her through the mirror exhausted.
"You need to start packing mama. We're going to Italy" I said as I placed my toothbrush back and started to oil my stubble.
"We're leaving again" she huffed out.
"We're staying there forever..." I looked at her and her eyes widen.
"My family! No, the bakery!" She yelled at me.
"Your going, if you don't like it or not." I bluntly stated and she shook her head.
Little did she know everything she needs is in Italy already.
"Get on the jet mama" I pushed her slightly and she shook her head and crossed her Cubby arms.
Izara already on the jet excited.
I groaned and picked her up. She started hitting and kicking me.
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Izara wanted to sit in her own row and wanted to be a big girl and I let her.I looked over Izara as she smiled and giggled as she looked out the window as we were in the air.
I smiled and stood up.
I sat right next to Izara and kissed her head and slightly moved her hair behind her ear.
"You liking what you see?" I asked her and she nodded eagerly.
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Desire
Romance22 year old Sabriya Jones living in Brooklyn New York while helping her mother run there family bakery. Helping her mother run the bakery and on top of struggling on keeping up with her rent, she's also studying to be a doctor but mainly for Kids a...