𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, it was so hard to find a good looking men with good personality traits, he did wondrous aftercare, he took you out, gave you his black card, let you be his passenger princess, and he definitely fucked you like his princess.

Currently, he was in the kitchen making you some tea for your throat which was sore from all the hollerin’ you’d been doing in bed. His back littered in scratched and cuts from your nails. Your ass covered in his hand prints and bite marks. It was safe to say you both had been marked up equally.

“Green tea or hibiscus tea, babe?” His voice was smooth and soft as velvet. He asked, turning to look toward you. For a second, waiting on your response. He gave you a once over, appreciating his handiwork in making his princess so tired she could barely come up with an answer, how she didn’t even feel like spreading her thighs for him anymore and couldn’t take another round.

“C’mon, lil mama. Use yo words.” He said, gently caressing the cold chain on his neck in anticipation for your answer, tongue slicking over his teeth, pearly white. Thick and plump pink lips now slick with his saliva.