low and arch that back”. Demi was a dancer, how did Papa forget?
Sex wasn’t sex until you had it with someone as flexible as a future Prima Ballerina. It was nothing for Demi to assume the position she did during yoga.
Papa was pleased that he didn’t have to tell her much. He dipped his head below and kissed her love lips once more before reaching back up and sliding his dick into her pussy. Demi allowed a moan to slip from her lips.
“Yes baby,” she coached him.
Papa had to hold on to her waist to keep from turning into a dog and punishing Demi’s ass. She felt like heaven on earth, good crack and all that shit. Her pussy was better than a shipment on the first.
Papa was in love. He knew it. As he felt his nut coming to the tip of his dick, he even allowed the words to slip from his lips for the first time in his life.
“I love you,” he moaned as he pulled out of her pussy and allowed his seeds to spill wherever they wanted. Demi lay there catching her breath.
I love you . She mouthed his words. He didn’t mean to say that , she thought to herself.
But once Papa came off the high of Demi, he lay beside her and pulled her onto his chest and said the words again. “I love you, ma.”
6
Papa vs. The Westbrook’s
Papa sat in awe of Demi. He knew that she danced, but he was unaware that she danced. Demi looked so graceful, holding her head up high and moving with little effort. He wasn’t sure if it was the weed he smoked or was she really floating on air. Demi looked like an angel. Once the show was over he found himself on his ten toes, clapping and whistling. He was the only person standing up. His Burberry boxers were on full display for the people who sat behind them and they rolled their eyes in disgust. Papa didn’t give a damn, his girl was the best dancer up there and he was so proud.
He witnessed firsthand that her hard work paid off. They didn’t talk as much as they used to and the time they spent together was scarce, but in this moment it didn’t matter to Papa anymore. He would be at every performance to support his girl.
Demi was the shit. He couldn’t wait to tell Malachi so he and Jade could attend her next recital. He picked up the roses his uncle suggested he get for her and made his way out of the auditorium to wait on Demi. She told him earlier today to be patient because she had to shower and take pictures and stuff before she made her way to him.
Tonight was the opening recital for the Academy that Demi would attend for the next few years. He knew her schedule would only become more rigorous, but he was prepared. In a weird way Papa appreciated the distance and time they spent apart, it made him desire her more and crave to be in her presence. Being that Demi was still considered a beginner to him, the sex was still fresh, but he had a few more things to teach her. Demi’s lil flexible ass was the perfect partner in bed. Papa wasn’t stunting another piece of pussy and Demi had him on lock for the time being.
His money and Demi, the two things on the top of his priority list right now.
Papa busied himself looking at bikes on his cell phone as he waited on Demi. When he heard a voice shout her name Papa’s head popped up and he saw her walking with a big smile towards two people who Papa recognized from pictures as Demi’s parents.
He stayed seated, having no desire to meet them. Her mama had called Demi on a few different occasions demanding her whereabouts and insinuating that Papa clearly wasn’t a real man if he would let her stay at his house without having a talk with Demi’s father. But Papa didn’t give damn about them and in his eyes Demi was grown. Papa never placed a gun to Demi’s head; she was with him because she wanted to be.
She looked around for Papa, but didn’t see him. She was tired and ready to go home, with her man.
“What’s wrong baby girl?” Dorane asked her daughter.
“Nothing,” she said.
Papa watched her search for him, but
Sex wasn’t sex until you had it with someone as flexible as a future Prima Ballerina. It was nothing for Demi to assume the position she did during yoga.
Papa was pleased that he didn’t have to tell her much. He dipped his head below and kissed her love lips once more before reaching back up and sliding his dick into her pussy. Demi allowed a moan to slip from her lips.
“Yes baby,” she coached him.
Papa had to hold on to her waist to keep from turning into a dog and punishing Demi’s ass. She felt like heaven on earth, good crack and all that shit. Her pussy was better than a shipment on the first.
Papa was in love. He knew it. As he felt his nut coming to the tip of his dick, he even allowed the words to slip from his lips for the first time in his life.
“I love you,” he moaned as he pulled out of her pussy and allowed his seeds to spill wherever they wanted. Demi lay there catching her breath.
I love you . She mouthed his words. He didn’t mean to say that , she thought to herself.
But once Papa came off the high of Demi, he lay beside her and pulled her onto his chest and said the words again. “I love you, ma.”
6
Papa vs. The Westbrook’s
Papa sat in awe of Demi. He knew that she danced, but he was unaware that she danced. Demi looked so graceful, holding her head up high and moving with little effort. He wasn’t sure if it was the weed he smoked or was she really floating on air. Demi looked like an angel. Once the show was over he found himself on his ten toes, clapping and whistling. He was the only person standing up. His Burberry boxers were on full display for the people who sat behind them and they rolled their eyes in disgust. Papa didn’t give a damn, his girl was the best dancer up there and he was so proud.
He witnessed firsthand that her hard work paid off. They didn’t talk as much as they used to and the time they spent together was scarce, but in this moment it didn’t matter to Papa anymore. He would be at every performance to support his girl.
Demi was the shit. He couldn’t wait to tell Malachi so he and Jade could attend her next recital. He picked up the roses his uncle suggested he get for her and made his way out of the auditorium to wait on Demi. She told him earlier today to be patient because she had to shower and take pictures and stuff before she made her way to him.
Tonight was the opening recital for the Academy that Demi would attend for the next few years. He knew her schedule would only become more rigorous, but he was prepared. In a weird way Papa appreciated the distance and time they spent apart, it made him desire her more and crave to be in her presence. Being that Demi was still considered a beginner to him, the sex was still fresh, but he had a few more things to teach her. Demi’s lil flexible ass was the perfect partner in bed. Papa wasn’t stunting another piece of pussy and Demi had him on lock for the time being.
His money and Demi, the two things on the top of his priority list right now.
Papa busied himself looking at bikes on his cell phone as he waited on Demi. When he heard a voice shout her name Papa’s head popped up and he saw her walking with a big smile towards two people who Papa recognized from pictures as Demi’s parents.
He stayed seated, having no desire to meet them. Her mama had called Demi on a few different occasions demanding her whereabouts and insinuating that Papa clearly wasn’t a real man if he would let her stay at his house without having a talk with Demi’s father. But Papa didn’t give damn about them and in his eyes Demi was grown. Papa never placed a gun to Demi’s head; she was with him because she wanted to be.
She looked around for Papa, but didn’t see him. She was tired and ready to go home, with her man.
“What’s wrong baby girl?” Dorane asked her daughter.
“Nothing,” she said.
Papa watched her search for him, but
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