Khalifa's pov
"Are you sure you can handle what you're asking for?" He asked after I had gone too far with my teasing.
"What makes you think I'd want to cut cake the size I can't eat?" I asked as I climbed on the bed and relaxed in the back of my legs, so my breasts were popped in front and my n*****s were pointed at him.
He appeared dazed for a moment before moving towards the glass windows.
"In that case," he said as he put down the blinds and returned to me, "let's get to it already," he walked back towards me with a magical roll of condom in his hands.
"Where did you get those?" My eyes widened as he tore one out and tossed the others to the table.
"I always had them here," he tapped his left trouser's pocket and tore the condom wrap with his teeth.
I took in a deep breat
