Omari was your longterm boyfriend who’s hair youd always do for him. Except, he could never stay still. He was childish and always wanted attention, especially when you did his hair. He wouldnt stay still and would complain.

Currently, sitting behind him with him on the floor, parting his hair for cornrows. He kept turning and softly biting your thighs or squeezing them as you complained.

“I can’t help it, mama. You jus’ look so good im tryna lick you off the bone.” He whined playfully.