|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella
"Make me." Summer said, getting closer.
"I would, but I won't." I stated, looking at my nails.
"Because you can't."
"Can't what exactly?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Do this." She climbed on top of me and bit my neck, flicking her tongue over it. I moaned softly and pushed her away slightly.
"Summer stop.. What do you want from me?"
"I want you to make me."
"...Make you what?"
"Make me... Say your name...."
This'll be a Beyoncé x Summerella lesbian story. (If you don't know who Summerella is, she's a bomb ass comedian.) Warning: there may be typos, slow updates, smut, and intense/offensive language. However, if my story offends you at some point in time, don't read it. \_(ツ)_/¯