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chapter 22: Don't make me imagine

Mark's Provo

Her mouth hangs open, her tongue piping out. How I want that tongue on my balls. I darted my eyes from her mouth to her exposed shoulders. Why had I not noticed them before, sloped and flawless?

"You said Africa" her voice stranded, trying to compose herself.

"You don't like Africa or..."

"it's my favourite continent, almost everything originated from there before one country or another took the honour of it. " have I ever told you, that a ranting woman is cute especially when she is trying to convince someone. I chuckled lowly.

"Is that so, why the reaction "

She choked on her saliva, was she serious.

"It's just that, mom.. how will she take it if I told her I am going to Africa on top of that with you. Don't get me wrong, visiting Africa is on top of my to-do list but not with you" she whispered the last part, wishing I had not heard it. She sighed

" look I didn't mean it like that, I just.." she posed, she looked confused. Her lips slightly open her hands on her hi
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