engine. âMan, fuck her. You donât fucking want me but you donât want nobody else to have me. That shitâs childish as fuck, Na.â
âOh I want you,â she said.
Tank looked into the rearview mirror. âIâm going home. Put your clothes on and get out, Na,â he said, turning his head to look out the driver-side window. To avoid the sight of her. The temptation.
Naeema was selfish and she knew it. She clung to it like a shield, refusing to go back to a time when she put everyone and everything before herself. To the point of being used as a cum bucket by horny little boys and perverted older men. To being thrown out on the street while pregnant by her babyâsfather and still living every day waiting for the no-good motherfucker to call her and say come home. Following her friendsâ actions because she was afraid to lose them.
She was selfish as hell. Now. She had been through some shit and the love she had for Tank scared her. She meant to keep him near but not too close. Dangling on a string. And it wasnât right. It was fucked up. But she loved him too much to let him go for forever but was afraid to love him any more than she already did.
And in that moment she knew heâd want promises she couldnât make and she wanted the kind of explosive, back-breaking, sore-pussy-making sex only he had the power to lay down.
âIâm pulling the fuck off, Naeema,â he warned, allowing himself one quick glance back at her.
Her horniness trumped his hurt feelings. She was wrong but in that moment she didnât give a fuck and a half about being right.
Just selfish as hell.
Fuck it.
He accelerated the van forward and steered to the left of her bike before checking for oncoming traffic and turning to drive up the street. âIâm headed to a job, Naeema,â he said, his eyes on the road as he drove.
She shifted her body to the edge of the seat and moaned loudly as she slid her middle finger inside her pussy as she lightly gripped one of her full breasts to shift up high enough for her to lick her brown, taut nipple.
She felt the vehicle jerk and she pressed her feet against the back of the seat to keep from rolling forward. Tankâseyes were on her in the rearview mirror and she knew her move had made him hit the brake.
âNaeema!â he said sharply.
She rolled her hips as she slowly pulled her finger out to stroke her clit and then suck her own juices from her finger. âHmmmmmm. Good,â she said, the slight scent of her soap still clinging to her fingers from the shower she took after leaving the basement.
She knew his eyes were on her in the rearview mirror just as much as they were on the road ahead as he drove. Her heart pounded fast as hell. Her nipples were hard. She was wet. Her clit was swollen in heat against her fingers. The idea of him watching her as she played with herself kicked shit up a notch.
If he waited much longer to give in to temptation she wouldnât need him at all.
She pressed two fingers against her clit and licked her lips hotly as she moved her fingers in circles with just the right amount of pressure. She released a tiny cry of passion as she shivered. The anticipation was building like a motherfucker and she felt that thrill of the moments just before a climax exploded. âIâm gonâ cum,â she purred, gently stroking one of her nipples with her thumb as she squeezed the soft flesh of her breast.
Tank looked over his shoulder.
Her thick thighs shivered as she arched her back.
âStop,â he said, bringing the van to a stop in the middle of a side street before he rose and came toward her. His hard dick pressed against his shorts leading the way.
She released a breath through pursed lips and held herhands up like he was robbing her. âCome get the best pussy you ever had,â she told him, watching as he jerked down his shorts and fell to his knees between her open
âOh I want you,â she said.
Tank looked into the rearview mirror. âIâm going home. Put your clothes on and get out, Na,â he said, turning his head to look out the driver-side window. To avoid the sight of her. The temptation.
Naeema was selfish and she knew it. She clung to it like a shield, refusing to go back to a time when she put everyone and everything before herself. To the point of being used as a cum bucket by horny little boys and perverted older men. To being thrown out on the street while pregnant by her babyâsfather and still living every day waiting for the no-good motherfucker to call her and say come home. Following her friendsâ actions because she was afraid to lose them.
She was selfish as hell. Now. She had been through some shit and the love she had for Tank scared her. She meant to keep him near but not too close. Dangling on a string. And it wasnât right. It was fucked up. But she loved him too much to let him go for forever but was afraid to love him any more than she already did.
And in that moment she knew heâd want promises she couldnât make and she wanted the kind of explosive, back-breaking, sore-pussy-making sex only he had the power to lay down.
âIâm pulling the fuck off, Naeema,â he warned, allowing himself one quick glance back at her.
Her horniness trumped his hurt feelings. She was wrong but in that moment she didnât give a fuck and a half about being right.
Just selfish as hell.
Fuck it.
He accelerated the van forward and steered to the left of her bike before checking for oncoming traffic and turning to drive up the street. âIâm headed to a job, Naeema,â he said, his eyes on the road as he drove.
She shifted her body to the edge of the seat and moaned loudly as she slid her middle finger inside her pussy as she lightly gripped one of her full breasts to shift up high enough for her to lick her brown, taut nipple.
She felt the vehicle jerk and she pressed her feet against the back of the seat to keep from rolling forward. Tankâseyes were on her in the rearview mirror and she knew her move had made him hit the brake.
âNaeema!â he said sharply.
She rolled her hips as she slowly pulled her finger out to stroke her clit and then suck her own juices from her finger. âHmmmmmm. Good,â she said, the slight scent of her soap still clinging to her fingers from the shower she took after leaving the basement.
She knew his eyes were on her in the rearview mirror just as much as they were on the road ahead as he drove. Her heart pounded fast as hell. Her nipples were hard. She was wet. Her clit was swollen in heat against her fingers. The idea of him watching her as she played with herself kicked shit up a notch.
If he waited much longer to give in to temptation she wouldnât need him at all.
She pressed two fingers against her clit and licked her lips hotly as she moved her fingers in circles with just the right amount of pressure. She released a tiny cry of passion as she shivered. The anticipation was building like a motherfucker and she felt that thrill of the moments just before a climax exploded. âIâm gonâ cum,â she purred, gently stroking one of her nipples with her thumb as she squeezed the soft flesh of her breast.
Tank looked over his shoulder.
Her thick thighs shivered as she arched her back.
âStop,â he said, bringing the van to a stop in the middle of a side street before he rose and came toward her. His hard dick pressed against his shorts leading the way.
She released a breath through pursed lips and held herhands up like he was robbing her. âCome get the best pussy you ever had,â she told him, watching as he jerked down his shorts and fell to his knees between her open
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