Getting to Hyphen’s house.
Pulling her into my arms.
Tonguing her down.
Having her riding shotgun.
Cruising the city with her by my side.
Her pussy in my mouth.
My dick in hers.
Not sleeping alone tonight.
Three daysafter we’d parted ways, I was standing in front of Hyphen’s front door, banging.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
I stepped back, flowers in my hand, waiting for her to appear. I lowered my head, coming to the conclusion that I was a ball of desperation and desire when it came to Hyph and she knew it. She hadn’t given me her digits,still. Yet, I showed my goofy ass up to her doorstep every time I wanted to see her.
She ain’t slick.
