Nothing, just punch him

When your about to punch Jonathan in the face, the door of the penthouse opens. Aaron walks in, with two cups of Starbucks's coffees. You quickly let go of Roosevelt, and run to Aaron, to kiss him on the neck. He blushes, and put the coffees on the table, so that he can hug you. Roosevelt, then, take the time to go back to the couch, sitting next to Harley, but with a foot of distance.

“ Baby, how was last night? “, says Aaron, with a flirty smile, grabbing you by the ass.

“ Amazing, sweetheart. You brought coffee? “, you ask, blushing aswell.

“ Sure did “ he says, handing you one.

You both go sit in the kitchen, drinking in front of each other. You wink at each other, blow kisses, just like two love birds. Seeing him makes your day perfect. The way he fucked you last night was completely satisfying. Just thinking about sitting on his face makes your pussy wet.

Suddenly, the door of Jonathan's penthouse opens again, but this time, it's Jason, with two hookers. He's looking more drunk than any of you. Classic Jason Sawyer. He walks in the penthouse, showing off to the girls his ' place'. Roosevelt quickly run to him to kick him out. The bastard can't keep himself straight.

After finishing coffee with Aaron, you walk back to the bedroom, to put something more casual and flirty on. You check inside your bag that you brought, and get a pair of tight jeans, that you need to squeeze your big ass in. You then put on a black T-shirt, a grey beanie, and a pair of sunglasses. You look at yourself in the mirror, like always, and do a squat in front of it, to look if your ass looks good. As you do that, Aaron walks in, and slap it, saying :

“ Your ass looks so good in that, Babe. Keep it “, he says, grabbing his stuff too.

You don't wait for him, that you head out of the penthouse, taking your car again. You start the engine, and head onto the street. You look at your phone before leaving, to see a new message ;

“ Hey, mi bella. Come see at our Tattoo place. See ya “, sent from Luciana.

You can't tell, but there's something about that girl that you love. Maybe it's the way she threats you, or maybe it's her Spanish accent. You love Latina, especially her. The way she moves, the way she used to get her tongue inside your mouth as she put her hand behind your head