Louis
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A soft smile stretched across my lips. Leaning back, I stretched to reach for my drink. After taking a sip, I tapped my fingers on the table.
“She’s good,” I said, “f**k she’s hot.” I turned to John. “Her ass is so thick, it wiggles when she works.”
John smiled. “My guy,” he said with his strong Nigerian accent, throwing his hand for a shake.
I shook him back.
Timmy furrowed his brow, a smile still persisting on his lips. “That was how I felt when I met,” he said, “she’s not going to let you hit.”
I already knew that. Most women preferred older men. I heard she was in her mid-30s, so she’d be into men in their forties. Men that have a few streaks of grey hair, who have a handsome rugged charm that only age could get you.
Not someone who looked as young as I was.
Timmy c
