One of Those Girls

Nadia wore an oversized white T shirt and pyjama shorts with turtles on them. Leon sat on the couch.

She stood in front of him, blushed pink and biting her lip. She played “Love Me Harder,” by Arianna Grande. It had a tempo.

She turned on her persona. She was dancing for Leon now. Swaying her hips. She lifted up her t-shirt and it momentarily held her large tits back before they dropped. Perky bounce.

Leon was grinning like an idiot. She scrunched it up and tossed it at him with a giggle. Her hips, moving.

The chorus going:

“Cause if you want to keep me… You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta got to love me harder.”

Nadia winked as she squeezed her tits.

Who was this girl? Leon thought. Nadia had changed. She was more — just more…

Nadia crawled on the ground. Almost purring. Up onto Leon’s lap. Her chin resting on his above clothed manhood. Her little hands unbuckled his belt awkwardly. The music played the next song.

“One of Those Girls” — by Weeknd.

Her amber eyes, glinting — hungry in the low light. Her smile. Cute turning seductive. Yearning.

His zip. Pulled down. And his massive black dick sprung out into her beautiful face. Her button nose and luscious lips. Her red hair long and flowing by her shoulders.