Art is an expression of the heart. It allows you to create and inspire while your imagination and emotions run wild. Isla Heart is a prime example of that. A true artist through and through. Inspired by the everyday trials and tribulations of her ho...
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Sitting in his truck waiting for him to come out of the restaurant, Isla works on a logo for a food truck owned by a friend of her father's. He found out she made sculptures with scrap metal and asked her to whip something up. Doodling away, she looks up when the passenger side door opens. Placing the food under her feet he kisses her quickly before walking around and getting into the driver's seat.
"Aye, mama be careful that shit doesn't fall over. Its hot as fuck."
"Ok." She nods without looking up.
Starting the car he pulls out to drive them to his house.
"Whatchu workin on?"
"Mr. Louis' logo."
"Oh aight, lemme see." Turning the tablet to him, she smiles as he smiles and nods.
"You a beast for real, lil mama."
"Thanks, babe."
Turning around in her seat to put her tablet in her book bag behind her. Isla's heart rate spikes through the moonroof of August's car.
"What the fuck?" She whispers to herself.
"Aye turn that ass around and snap in, mama." He taps her thigh.
Pushing his hand off of her, she sits down.
"Mama?" He glances at her quickly.
"Whose the fuck are these, August?"
"What, baby?"
"These."
Looking over, he sees the black thong accented with neon flowers. His eyes get as large as dessert saucers. Luckily she's looking forward and doesn't see his initial reaction.
"What is th-?"
"Don't play fuckin stupid, August! You know they're a female's panties! Who do they belong to?!"
"Ma, probably you! Where'd you get them?!"
"Tucked under the seat!"
"By my car-duffle?! You know I keep that in here to clean you up when we fuck in the car! I always put the towel and ya panties in the bag! I musta forgot the last time we finished, Isla!"
"Oh so now we just fuck?!"
"Baby, no! That's not what I meant, I'm sorry!"
"You right ya sorry, cause these aren't mine!" Balling the underwear up she slings them at his face as hard as she can. "If you actually paid attention you would know I don't fuckin wear thongs, August! I'd rather not wear panites!"
Unsnapping, she turns around in her seat and digs under the seat to reach the duffle bag.
"B-baby, what are you doin?! Turn around Issy, that's hella reckless!" Trying to grab her thigh, he tries to halt her rummaging.
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