You smiled down at your boyfriend a bit while he was seated in a chair. You were giving him a lap dance and he sure as hell was enjoying it.

He bit his lip, leaning back in the chair, manspreading. Meanwhile, You ran your fingers through his dreads, lifting them out of his face.

“You so fine, mama.” He said, eyeing you.

The song in the background (After Hours by Avenoir) continued to play, setting the mood completely.