“Y-yes, sir.”
“This is plus!” He chuckled once more, and just like that, his smile dropped like a stack of bricks. Indian Sex Rose always kept it in a braid that rested on her shoulder. “You do believe me when I say your beautiful, right?”
“I don’t know…” She smiled. He fell asleep within minutes, half of his body still on hers. He once again gently moaned through their kiss, massaging her breast rather roughly, satisfying himself. A very hard worker, and very sweet. She was considerably short, around 5’1, but she still had legs that went on forever, and had a curve that mimicked her hour-glass figure. “Your pussy is more wet than before.” His disgusting langauge made her bite her lip, it made her want to initiate the kiss this time. She curled her lips around his, wanting to taste him again, wanting that harsh breath of smoke and vodka in her sweet mouth. Without fully grasping the tone in his voice, Rose knew in the back of her mind what he was doing.
