" Guys it's not my own story this story was written by my Pervert ****** , so guys this story not follow my Regular style "
Lisa in the US, is a big slut. The Los Angeles sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the trendy café where Lisa and Rosé sat, sipping iced lattes. Lisa looked bored, twirling a straw in her drink."Ugh, Rosie, I'm so done with these guys here," Lisa groaned, rolling her eyes. "White guys in the US? Same old, same old. No vibe, no spark. I need something new."
Rosé, with her gangbang experience with BBCs smirked, leaning forward. "Girl, I've been telling you. You gotta try something different. Like, have you ever thought about Black guys? Trust me, they bring a whole other energy."
Lisa raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh yeah? What kinda energy we talking about?"
Rosé laughed, lowering her voice like she was spilling a secret. "Let's just say they got confidence, charm, and… power. Way better than the boring dudes you've been dating. I know this one guy, super hot, super rich. Total catch."
Lisa sat up, curious now. "Rich, huh? Who is he?"
Rosé grinned, pulling out her phone. "He's a businessman, muscles for days, from New York. I met him at a party last month. Look." She showed Lisa a photo of a tall, chiseled Black man in a sharp suit, his smile bold and magnetic.
Lisa's eyes widened."
Damn, Rosie. He's fine," Lisa said, biting her lip. "What's his name?
"He's Y/N," Rosé teased. "I'll hook you up. But warning: he's intense. You sure you can handle him?"
Lisa smirked, her playful side kicking in. "Handle him? Girl, I'm Lisa. I run the show
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