~~~CAIRO~~~

"Honestly... I still don't understand what you saw in that slut. You could do better... You know?" Mom says from across the dining table.

She hasn't been able to shut the hell up about my woman since we sat down to eat.

But I'm sitting over here, replaying every darn second of it.

The taste of her pussy on my lips. The salt of her sweat.

The way she just... she fucking cried while begging for me.

That shit has never happened before, and I can't even fathom how deeply I'm falling for that girl.

Mom hits her fork on the plate, snapping me back. "You aren't eating?"

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