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setting her bag down, full of papers to grade for the weekend, the woman sighs as she kicks off her shoes. not two minutes before had she let parker into her house.
he was rambling, going on & on about something. truthfully, in this moment ... after the day she's had ... she didn't want to hear it. respectfully. so, she unbuttons her over jacket to toss it aside. eyes focus on her reflection as earrings are taken off, as the clip in her hair is removed. β listen, man, β she begins, β you can ramble later. β she's very direct, body turning with a raised brow. β we both know why you're ova here, or ... what i want out of it anyways. β hand on her hip, β you gonna fuck me or keep runnin' your mouth all night ? β
[ * @biteshand liked for a spicy starter ! > ft riley viktor. accepting. ]