Miles G Morales
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"Dìos Mìo. . Mama" He whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist, you wore a black satin dress to go out with some friends.
"You’re too fine, damn Ma." He pulled you closer to him, his lips grazing over your neck as he inhaled your scent. One hand moved to your throat and rested there, making you look up at him.