Chapter SevenShatira took her arms from around Menace and cupped his face in her hands, staring into his eyes. She began kissing him slow and gently, turning her head to the side as they made out. She then pulled away and started biting on his neck softly, causing him to gasp. She slipped her hands underneath his shirt and started playing with his n*****s.
“Ba-babe, what’re-what’re you doing?” Menace asked her with his head tilted back and his mouth trembling. What she was doing was turning him on and causing his d**k to nudge at his zipper.
“What do you think I’m doing, huh? What do you think?” Shatira licked up his throat and bit gently along his jawline, as she continued to play with his n*****s.
“But I thought you wanted to wait ‘til you were married.” He licked his lips and gasped
