“Shit, well tell them niggas that I don’t conduct business in the club. Better catch me when it’s daylight.”
“Maannn,” he drawled. “You on some other shit. But tell Babi that I said what’s up, though.”
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“Yeah,” I agreed, before ending the call, and tossing the phone across the bed.
Energetically, she glanced back at me, while bouncing hard on the dick. Knowing that she putting that pussy on me, I slapped that ass for good measure.
It was the middle of the evening, and we were locked away in my room, getting nasty. This was us on a daily, and had been that way for over a month straight.
My Babi was a stone-cold freak, and I wouldn’t have it no other way. And not only that, but she was also super helpful with the girls. Stepping in to help with homework, keeping them while I handled business, and maintaining their hair.
After a long minute, I felt like I could breathe again. I no longer had to call around for a babysitter or have people roaming around my house freely, merely because I needed help with watching my kids.
I could now leave out, feeling like shit would still be handled, even better than what I was capable of. Although I loved to get in the kitchen, I no longer had to cook out of necessity. Babi handled that. Without me having to ask.
I know that there were several women who probably thought that they were fully capable of doing the same things that Babi did, but it wouldn’t be handled with the same level of finesse. My kids adored her, while she managed to keep me sexually satisfied.
On some real shit, this felt like love. But there were certain things that we still needed to iron out. Namely her situation with that incarcerated nigga.
“Got damn, girl,” I panted, as I put my thumb in her butt.
We were losing control, until my cell rang again. Like it had been ringing for the last few hours. This time, I knew that it wasn’t Dice, and my family would simply call the girls’ phones wheneverIdidn’tanswerforthem.So,itwasmorethanlikely
Keke or Jess, the two lil’ dips I had in heavy rotation, before I’d met Babi.
Feeling like I didn’t owe either of them a explanation, I had just stopped communicating with them. I thought that they’d catch a hint, and move around. However, somehow me pulling back seemingly only made them apply pressure. That’s why I told myself that the minute I had the time, then I was gonna tell them straight up that we were done.
So, the last thing I was expecting was for Babi to reach out and grab my phone, while she was still bouncing on my dick, no less. “Uhh, hello?” She answered on speaker, moaning into the phone.
“Hey, who is this?” Keke questioned. I’d immediately peeped her voice.
“This Babi,” she responded breathily, while that ass wobbled. “Babi, huh? Well, where’s Face?”
“Right here, fucking me.” “Say what?”
“He’srightherefuckingme.”
“I know you fucking lying. Face don’t even let bitches touch his phone.”
“Girl, believe what you want. How can I help you?” “I wanna talk to Face.”
Babi lightly laughed, causing her pussy to contract around my dick. “Say please.”
“Bitch,what?”
“Damn,” Babi giggled. “Why I gotta be a bitch?” “Cause you playing with me.”
“No,youplayingwithyourself.Youaintgotnobusiness calling a man’s phone this many times. Have some damn pride.”
“Shit, tell yourself that. You so-call fucking a nigga, while other bitches are calling his phone.”
“I know,right?That’s whyIanswered. Youmessingup my
flow, girl. I aint no hater. Maybe you’ll get your turn. Maybe you won’t. But it’s my turn now, and you should find yourself something else to do in the meantime.”
“Put Face on the fucking phone!” Keke exploded.
