Kenny reached pulled me to the counter gripping my waist knocking over a champagne bottle. Smashing his lips to mine. We wrestled for my shirt to fly off. He was so grand. As in his touch was pure but felt. My black laced bra was already falling off with everything else. He picked me up once again throwing my back to the wall.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. We lived off each and every breath. I saw him furiously unzip the fly to his black ripped jeans. His white tee was now on the couch. "-Turn around." , He ordered.
Standing behind me while slippimg himself halfway in plumping deeper.
Our light moans called for each other. He finished the rest leaving me the only one calling. He pushed and pulled himself into me.. I bounced myself back and forth on his thick friend. He instructed me, " Come ere' gurl."
Placing his hand ontop of my head making me gag. Watching me bob as I looked up to meet his pleasing gaze.
"What wrong?" , He moaned titling his head back.
...
He took me by the hand and I followed Kenny to the couch.
It had began to quietly storm. He lay there mostly nude, only white socks on. Having no under garments-I rode him supported by his hands on my hips. Him looking at an angle gropping my breast.
***
Kenny bucked his hips giving the look of a lion and A'rina a lovely gazelle.
They both lie sleep till' noon.
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Hostage
RomanceA black love story taking place in Chicago. A'rina is homeless after leaving an abusive relationship. How will she possibly get over her past-life and ex? With her ex's charges on her record she can barely hold down a job! What does God possibly hav...
