Jermaine’s roaring laughter startled Robyn for the third time as she lay across the cream plush leather couch of the private jet. She stretched her legs out further, slightly opened her eyes, and she stared at him. He had been in such a cheery mood since they left this morning, while she could barely stand to walk. They spent their day in Barbados hanging out with her siblings, nephews, niece, sister-in-law, friends, and a couple of cousins. Last night, they decided to go and have some fun at Harbour Lights on the South Coast. It sits on Carlisle Bay beachfront and it’s a major attraction for great drinks, hanging out, and dancing once nightfall hits. It’s usually best to go on a Monday, Wednesday, or Friday night. They watched the Beach Extravaganza Dinner Show which was filled with great food, fire-eaters, acrobatics, and the infectious beats of steel pan artists. After ten thirty, the age limit is enforced and that’s when the real partying starts. They were there from about seven in the evening to two o’clock in the morning. Typically, Jermaine drinks Hennessy. That’s his go to cognac no matter where he is or what he’s doing. Rorrey decided to ween him off of the Hennessy for the night and only pass him drinks filled with Barbados’ finest rums. Between that and the soca, calypso, and reggae, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. If Robyn didn’t know any better, she’d believe that the print of his hand is permanently engraved in her ass after all that he had been doing throughout their night out. Because they were out all day and partying for so long that evening, she figured they’d head to bed once they got in. Jermaine had other plans. Within ten minutes of them being in the villa, he had her laying across the dining room table. Though she nagged him about being tired for a couple of seconds or so, it didn’t stop her body from responding to him. He was going to stop, until she parted her thighs and pulled him in between them. He was drunk off of rum and she was drunk off of him. If anything, it was a fair exchange.
Their six am flight call left them without a chance to get any sleep. After their love making, they spent the rest of their time laying around on the couch, and then they were off to take showers and to get dressed. By the time they we’re leaving and heading to the airport in the resorts Rolls Royce Phantom, a headache, nausea, and slight body aches and pains crept up on Robyn like a thief in the night. Though it was hard, she sucked it up, and bid her family a decent farewell when they met them at the airport. Within minutes of take off, they curled up on the couch and went to sleep. Jermaine, being the pro at sleeping for a short amount of time, slept for only four out of the six hours that Robyn slept She actually planned to sleep for the entire nine hour flight time, but his laughter axed that.
If you’re a female and you’re around a guy, and yall never can get alone time just friend circles and friend group outings.
CONGRATULATIONS ! ☺
You are the girl homie. But you do get selfie and pictures.
What is good about being around when you can’t get no time with someone you’re trying portray as yours. Sometimes girls its best to give up your stunt ghost ✌