Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Broad Daylight (Leighade G!P)

"I'm not sure I know who that is," I say in a teasing tone. She giggles hotly and begins rubbing me. I try not to groan when I feel myself growing hard.

I'm glad I remembered my special shorts or else I'd be sporting a mean tent in these gray sweats. I usually wear some when I plan on fucking somebody's daughter.

I own fifty shades of gray sweats.

Then I thought back on when I thought about fucking when the sun's shining.

I know the perfect hotel room for what I have in mind.

"You were all she talked about that night. How good everything felt. The fact you made her cum twice in a minute."

I lick my lips, noticing a few curious eyes. "How do you know it's me?" She pulls back and scan my body up and down, "You're apparently more impressive than their boyfriends."

Her eyes lingered downward then met my eyes again. We stare at each other with sexual tension engulfing our air.

While looking at her, I call for Ariana as she's giving someone a milkshake. "Yeah?" My eyes go to the small Italian, "You have a boyfriend, right?" She nods.

"How would describe sex with me versus sex with him?" Ariana makes a thinking face, "Oral or...?"

"Everything," I say. "Oh," she leans more towards the curly haired woman. "Mouth on 100, dick on 1,000," she says before going to greet a customer.

Though, Bambi didn't look too convinced.

"Is she tellin' the truth?" I look around the cafe, only containing a total of 22 people in here. I recognize a few faces from my many rendezvous's.

"Ask any woman in here, they'll tell you," I say and she rolls her eyes. "I don't believe that you slept with as many as you did." I shrug, taking another sip of my coffee.

"Watch, hey, Normani," I call for the next waitress that came by and curled my finger at her. "Did you enjoy gettin' your brains fucked out by me last week?" I ask casually while her eyes widen.

She smiles nervously, "Uh, y-yeah, I did."

My eyes go to the stranger, and she connects them with hers. "How many times did I make you cum in a minute?"

The darker skinned woman leans in closer, "Twice." Bambi's eyes widen at that and I smirk. "Get back to work, baby girl," I nod and she walks away to give Table 3 their drinks.

"Is that enough proof for you, or do you need more?" She chuckles, "All you did was prove you're a slag." I shrug jokingly, "A clean and safe slag."

"But a slag anyway," she sasses and I cock my brow.

"Yet, you wanna fuck me."

"That I do, but there's one problem," she holds up her index finger. I quirk a brow, "And that is?"

"I'm pretty sure at this point, you've done every position in any and everywhere," I shake my head at her. "Not true."

"Oh, really?" She crosses her arms over her chest. "Really. Your best friend lets me rent out a room if I'm gonna fuck someone," I say casually and she hums with a hungry look in her eyes.