I put my face in the pillow to stop my self from screaming as he picked up the pace
He groaned grabbing my neck lifting me up , Oh wow
I moaned as it actually started to feel good
All I heard was skin clapping as I was zoned out
I felt him yank my hair making my eyes pop open , I got a little bit of hair now and he think he can just yank my shit that is so disrespectful
"You love me?" He asked picking up his pace
"Yes" I moaned completely out of it as he choked me up
"You gon get me tatted?" He questioned making me look at him as he licked his lips
"Yes" I moaned as my eye went to the back of my head
He laughed some letting me go and I fell to the bed grabbing a pillow
-flashback over-
"I don't recall that" I lied scratching my head
"Well I do but it's cool if You'on wanna do it" kentrell shrugged
I breathed out sitting up looking at the tattoo the man was drawing on the side of kentrell's stomach
"I'll do it but I'm not getting yo whole face maybe yo name" I said looking at him
"Alright there we go" the man said finally stopping
Kentrell cussed under his breath getting up walking to the bathroom
I followed behind him and walked in to see him looking in the mirror
"Wow" I mumbled looking at the tattoo
(I tried 💀💀🗿)
"You like it?" Kentrell asked looking down
"Yea it's looks really good" I said lowering myself looking at it
"I got it right thea so when you sucking my dick you can just look up and see you fa me" he said grabbing on to my head
"That's ummm-that's sweet of you" I said stuttering clearing my throat removing his hand off my damn head
"What chu gon get fa me?" He asked licking his lips
"I don't know" I said scratching my head
"I'm thinking my face on yo ass" he said slapping my ass gripping it
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Sick | NBA Youngboy
FanfictionA girl that's been diagnosed with cancer for 2 years now loves to lurk on kentrell's social media to see what it's like to have fun out , what happens when she gets to a point where she's on weeks counting and youngboy comes to visit her
Chapter 27
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