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"here you go," i said handing luca his plate.
"you make french toast?" he asked taking a bite and i nodded as i sat across from him.
"this shit is good," he nodded going into his eggs, "might stay here longer,"
"luca you've been here for a week," i laughed.
"not long enough," he shook his head.
"you ain't got shit to handle?"
"yeah ima handle it then ima be right back here,"
"okay stink," i got up to get him a glass of orange juice.
"this breakfast bout to make me nut," he playfully rolled his eyes.
"go on somewhere bruh," i laughed.
you can nut in me if you want to stink.
i stared down at his lips then back up at him. he been teasing me all week. not kissing me and touching me in all the right places like boy if you don't fuck me already or get the fuck out..
"we going out later so when i'm back you better be ready," he said getting up and cleaning his plate.
"where we goin?"
"you'll see," he smiled at me, "i'll text you," and with that he left.
fina fucking lee.
lemme go handle this sexual frustration.
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luca santo cruz
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