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beginning to see things from my point of view, I knew she would eventually.
    I switched up the tone of my voice, making sure I sounded bubblier before addressing her again. “Tell me what you want and next time I’m with him I’ll pick it up for you. I know you’ve been wanting that Louis V bag, the sleek Monogram Vernis one in red for the longest!”
    “You know what?”
    “What?” I asked her anxiously, only to be greeted by the sound of Jasmina kissing her teeth.
    “F-U-C-K Y-O-U Bitch!” she spat out and slammed down the phone.
    Oh my gosh, I know this chick didn’t just end the conversation like that. I gripped the phone tightly, fuming inside. Like why couldn’t she just work with me? Dude was loaded and we could milk him for days but no she wanted to act all dumb and catch feelings over a guy who wasn’t even feeling her. Well I tried to be nice but fuck it. I’m going to make sure I get mine from that nigga.
    I swore to myself that I’d never mess with any guy who didn’t have his paper stacked after the shit that loser Sammi put me through. At the time Sammi and I had been dating for about four months. It was Valentine’s Day and I was more than thrilled when he told me he wanted me to be his official girl. He arrived at my house looking all sexy dressed in an all black Adidas tracksuit and fresh white Jays. His mocha skin drove me crazy and he had his hair out just the way I liked it. I loved running my fingers through his wild coolie hair when he left it unbraided.
    I planted a deep, passionate kiss on his full lips to thank him for the blue roses he had bought for me. They were so enchanting, roses were my favourite, especially the blue ones and I was touched that he’d remembered. I took his hand and led him to the balcony where the candlelit dinner I’d prepared awaited. I hated cooking so, on the rare occasions that I decided to throw on an apron and get my Delia Smith on, you had to know that I was feeling you big time.
    The noises Sammi was making whilst he ate the honey-soy broiled salmon I had prepared reassured me that I’d done a good job. After the main course I left the table to get dessert, profiteroles filled with cream, covered in chocolate sauce. Approaching the table on my way back I nearly dropped the dessert bowls I was holding when my eyes caught sight of the Tiffany & Co bag on the table. No fucking way! I adored Tiffany’s. My, my, my…this was turning out to be the best Valentine’s Day yet.
    I sat down eagerly and rummaged through the bag, it had two boxes inside. I smiled so much that my cheeks ached. When my hands eventually stopped shaking, I unwrapped the white ribbon tied neatly on the box. He had bought me a sterling silver necklace with a matching bracelet. I was so chuffed.
    I climbed on top of him to show my appreciation. He bit and sucked on my neck as I straddled him. Sammi held on to my hips and bounced me up and down in full force on his solid dick. The thickness of his rock compensated for the couple of inches he had lacked in length. His penis stretched my walls in all directions, at the time it had felt like I was being ripped apart but it was so pleasurable. I moaned deeply in between the mixture of ecstasy and pain he put my aching body through. I had venerated his dick, it was too much.
    “Whose pussy is this?” I remembered him asking as he continued to bounce me up and down.
    “It’s mine,” I answered him defiantly, feeling brave.
    That had been a big, big mistake! He lifted himself, making sure he was still inside me and placed me at the tip of the table. Holding both of my legs over his head, he pounded my pussy, each pump was harder and longer than the last one.
    “Ummm ahhh…oooh…shit…shit Sammi it’s yours.” I had cried out but he didn’t stop until his body began to shake and he had released a load of cum inside me. He pulled out of me but he was nowhere near finished, he meant business.
    Moving in slow circular motions, he