Jamarion & Dicky-San [Sortish Edited]

Kyle quickly becomes defensive and moves me behind him. "Jamar give me your damn phone." He raises his hands out ordering to apprehend the man's property. "Sorry, Not today Satan. It's once in a blood moon the great Kyle fucks up. Especially with such a delicious meal." His eyes glistened in my direction, eyeing me down while smirking and gestures down at my shirt. I look down at my shriveled top and quickly try to redeem myself and fix it.

Kyle tightens his fist and blocks my view of the man. I felt the threatening atmosphere. "Jamar." Kyle threatened. "I'm. Keeping. It." He swiftly replied. I heard the shuffle of his bag and knew he put his phone away. He strides towards us peeking behind Kyle with no regards. "Who's the cutie? Won't you shar- I mean introduce?" I looked in front of me to see him holding his feet up as he rubs his feet that were in black Gucci slides.

"He's my special roommate. That's all you need to know." He grabs my wrist tightly and backs us up. "It was nice talking but, I'll have to be on my way. We were having a very important conversation." Jamar just looks down at me sympathetically before giving a slight tilt up. He waves us bye and stuffs his hands in his pockets. After gazing at us a couple times before just shaking his head disappearing into another building.

Kyle turns around staring into my hesitant eyes. "Adam, you know I like y-" A loud obnoxious bell rang through blocking out Kyles train of thought.

He cursed under his breath, before forcefully pulling me into the same building the black man disappeared into. Soon we were engulfed into  a room I presume front desk, since there were big white words above the receptionist.

"Dicky-san." That's all he said while his feet tapped anxiously. The operator raised an eyebrow and slowly moved her eyes upon Kyle's face. Her eyes immediately brightened as a blush tinted her cheeks. "Oh Kyle. Give me a minute." She dials a couple numbers into the phone. Once the lines clicked and connected, I was already being pulled to behind the counter and to the second office.

When we enter the room we see a older looking man, hovering above what I learned would be called a MILF. His shirt was unbuttoned and undergarments were tossed close to them. No matter how good of a liar you are. You can't fake this image. Especially since I can visibly see his penis attached into her.

"Kyle nice of you to barge in."

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