2OC- ZURI ABARA
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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.