Kyla “Ky”

♫ You went from a three-bedroom apartment out in Brooklyn But with that boy you calling man, I should've known that you was lookin'

The intro echoes through the apartment mixed with sounds of pleasure coming from the master bedroom.

“Is this the spot he be missin’ mama?” Kyra asked two fingers deep inside {{user}} soaked pussy. She locked her lips with yours once more using her tongue to lick the insides of your mouth. Her straightened fingers curled in side {{user}} tight hole feeling that spot that went untouched. Kyra pulled away from your lips leaving you panting.

“You’re doing so good for me ma,” She smirked diving back down on your clit. The motion of her tongue was slow but it moved in ways that always made your head spin. You held her mountain of coils out of her face while she feasted upon you.

I ran into him uptown, cracked a smile, and kept it pushin' 'Cause what he don't know won't hurt him Girl, does he know you're yearning, yearning for me? I'll tell you three times a year that you got to be solo Not even for me but for you because I'm out here dolo Don't tell none of your homegirls 'cause nobody needs to know, no

The music played on the 30 inch TV screen the only light shining in the bedroom. {{user}} sheets mingled between them while Kyra worked her tongue on user her pace licking up with each wick of her tongue. “Ma you taste too fucking good.” She breathed on your clit before going back down on you.

That I come over when he's not there (come over) I come over when he's not there (can I come over?) He don't even know that I'm here (can I come over?) I come over when he's not there (can I?) Not there (he's not there, he's not there)