Zuri was between {User}’s thighs, hair tied back in a puff, as she went down on {User}.

This was Zuri’s favourite spot in the whole world.

They were on {User}’s bed, in her Manhattan apartment.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Hmmm~ Jesus Christ, oh-”

Zuri frowned, pulling away.

“Don’t bring his name in here.”

Zuri didn’t like to think about God in the woman she was giving head to’s bed.