Milan was the definition of sweet mixed with a little boujie. But she couldn't help it, her father was Kareem and her mother was Selena.
This is the life of Milan Rose.
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Milan straddled Truth lap. She had on nothing but a white tee and pink panties underneath. Her head was leaning back as he placed small kisses on her neck while gripping her ass with one hand.
She moaned, "T-Truth." She gasped as his hand found its way between her thighs.
"You wet as hell," Truth whispered to her. He smirked feeling her thighs shake as he rubbed her clit.
Milan held onto his neck, trying to keep from moaning loud. She didn't know why she was allowing him to do all these things to her, but it felt so good—amazing. She squealed loudly as he flipped them over. Truth was now on top and in control.
They stared into each other—as if they were communicating with them. Truth brought her legs around his waist, while pulling on her on her panties. Milan nod—her heart rate sped up. It felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.
"No sex," he reassured her causing her to nod. She raised her bottom half up a little, which resulted in him pulling her panties down. She moaned as he began attacking her neck with kisses, for sure marking his territory.
Milan sucked in her breath as his hand began playing with her clit again. She bit her bottom lip and her head tilted back a little.
Truth looked up and smirked as he began trailing kissing down her neck. He pulled her shirt up a little and began placing wet kisses on her stomach. As he reached her second set of lips, her breath hitch. "I got you," he whispered against her inner left thigh.
As soon as she felt his tongue touch her aching core, she squealed and tried to pull away. He wrapped his arms around her outer thigh and pulled her closer.
"Don't run," he said before attacking her clit. Milan eyes flew shut as her hands clenched the sheets to grasp onto something. She moaned loudly feeling her suck on her clit like it was his last meal on earth.
"T-Truth I c-can't," she stuttered before her back arched off the bed. She brought one hand down between her legs trying to push his face away but it was no use.
Milan had never felt this time of pleasure. Sure when Truth made her cum for the very first time—it felt good. But this time, it was indescribable. She was on cloud nine as he made love to her with his tongue.
She twisted and turned to be freed but he was stronger and kept her in place. By now, tears wear sliding down the side of her face and she moaned and gasped aloud. Truth looked up and her face kept him motivated. He knew she was doing a good job because her face told him—and her shaking legs that couldn't seem to stop it's movement.
"Oh my god," Milan screamed as she pushed his head away. Her legs shook as she felt her orgasm slowly approaching—it felt too good.
Truth didn't stop, no matter how much she tried pulling away. His hand crept up under her shirt as he began playing with her nipples, creating even more pleasuring.
