"Ye mon. Not even air itself cah come between we. Memba dat."
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Karissa Kizeah Thomas' life changed at the age of 16 years old when her grandmother passed away from cancer, leaving her to fend for herself. She pursued a career as...
As Karissa walked briskly towards the doctor's office because we are couple minutes late, I stayed behind to admire her figure.
I should've noticed the signs.
The weight she put on over the last couple weeks, her crazy mood swings, and how she always wince or slap away my hand when i caress her breast just because they were 'tender'.
Not only those, but the way how her ass got way fatter.
Me did just think a happy life.
You know? Happy wife happy life. Dah pree deh.
She then opened the office door and looked back at me, scowling when she saw how slow i'm walking, "Hurry up nuh. Mussi feel like me have all day."
A wahm to mada miserable mon.
I grabbed the door before it slammed shut and watched as she swayed her hips to the reception area, her ass jiggling in a way that's both mesmerizing and tantalizing.
Any man who stare pon dah ass here hypnotized instantly! and me nah ask yuh.
Karissa spoke to the receptionist and gave her the necessary information.
As the receptionist typed in the information and skimmed through documents to find Karissa's name, she peered up at me and i quirked a brow.
Why me feel like me know dah B yah? Scratch dat, me see her before. Just cah pin point where.
Oh ye! Dah B deh.
The line from skeng's song saying, "And ye me fuck some real ugly gyal a road."played in my head and i couldn't help but make a small chuckle to myself.
"Have a seat please. The doctor will be there with you in a second" The receptionist informed, glancing at me once again.
Karissa nod, giving her a half hearted smile.
She then stepped pass me to the seating spaces and took a seat, crossing her legs.
Her thighs created a thick-ish and sexy look, despite the fact that she's wearing jeans.
"Pregnancy fit yuh me baby", i thought to myself, with my gaze leisurely traveling from her figure to her face.
A cheeky grin spread across my face and Karissa looked at me quizzically, "A wah?"
"All now me nuh hear yuh say thanks."
"For?"
"Fi make yuh thick up suh. Remember you use to wake up every morning and brag bout yuh set good and yuh dis and yuh dat, but yuh nah gimmie di credit me deserve."
