“Very,” Tyler whispered.
Kneeling, Logic peeled off her bottoms and the black lace panties that matched her bra. Inhaling, he took a quick whiff of her pussy and grinned.
“How yo pussy still smell so good after all that running around?”
“Because my PH balance is top tier, nigga. What kinda stank booty bitches you be fucking with? And don’t be trying to steal my panties and add them to your collection.”
“Shut up.” He popped her on the ass. “Go ahead, get in.”
“Wait, you forgot something.”
“What?” he asked, staring at her body. Tyler was standing there butt booty naked beside the monitor on her ankle. There wasn’t anything left on her body except…
“My wig.” She propped her hand on her hip.
“Mannnnn,” Logic cackled. “Stop playing.”
“Nigga, this is a five-hundred-dollar wig and I like the curls. You took off my panties, now take off my wig.”
“I don’t even know how to take this shit off.”
“Slip your hands under the back, slide the band off, and lightly pull it forward. And be careful, don’t pull my edges.”
“Bro,” he groaned.
“Come on, Lionel, take it off.”
“Call me that shit again and I’ll shave the rest of this little shit off.”
“Oop,” Tyler snickered. “Come on before all the hot water runs out.”
Doing as she instructed, Logic removed her wig, careful not to snatch her edges. When he attempted to drop the wig on the floor, Tyler grabbed it and held it to her chest.
“Don’t put her on the floor, and since you want me in your space, you need to get me a wig head.”
“I don’t know what that shit is, but if that’s what you need, I’ll get it.”
“Thank you.” Tyler smiled, sitting her wig on the counter.
Pulling the curtain back, she carefully stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind her so all the heat wouldn’t escape.
“Can you put on some music?” Tyler asked, standing under the water.
“What do you wanna hear?”
“Surprise me.”
“Aight, I got you.”
Seconds later, Janet Jackson’sAny Time, Any Placestarted playing. Tyler smiled. She hadn’t heard the song in forever and it was perfect. Picking up the Dove bodywash, she poured some into the palms of her hands and started massaging it into her body. With her eyes closed, Tyler’s hands moved across her breasts, around her nipples, and down to her stomach.
“So, I take off your clothes and shifty ass wig while you do the fun part?” Logic asked, stepping in front of her. Tyler opened her eyes, she started to say something smart, but him standing there naked caused her to pause. Tyler knew Logic was working with a nice tool, but the nine inch, thick masterpiece saluting her was a sight for sore eyes. It was the length, the width, the veins, the smooth chocolate color. It was perfect and had her salivating at the mouth.
“You can finish,” Tyler blurted, dropping her hands to her side.
“Let me find out you want my creep ass rubbing on your body,” he simpered.
“I do.”
