"Can't you see that it's that disgusting hand of yours that you are l*****g" I answered pursing my lips disappointedly.
She just threw me the middle finger and spoke "I thought it was yours I was l*****g, mumu icing nike sha (it's icing I'm taking)"
"Khadijah who's ta.....king you..." a confused looking Tahir barged into the parlor and spoke, with no shirt on, only a pair of sweats and his shirt hanging on his shoulder not aware of Amna's presence until now.
Having no shame he greeted Amna and she replied by greeting him too though casting her eyes downward.
So the girl get head!
"I was about to ask you of how you're going to school ne, but seems like I've got my answer" he spoke standing next to me, thankfully this time around with the shirt.
"Yeah, we're going with my car"
"Who'
