The sound of her slickness is filling the compact space of the car as I force her to watch herself as she comes. She shakes and convulses as her pussy, literally, drips all over the seat, coating the leather.
"There it is, Good Girl. Always so compl...
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Don't make it harder on me ~ Chloe x Halle
I stretch, yawning as my bones crack. These sheets are divine. Fenty sure does know how to pick a good hotel. The golden hue reflects through the bedroom and I check my phone to see it's almost midday. Instead of penalising myself for sleeping in, I reflect on the week I've had and decide I deserve it. Monday, I arrived at work an hour late due to a subway issue. Tuesday, my makeup artist fell sick and as practical as I am, I can't do makeup as flawless and fast as her. This whole week I've had to arrive forty-five minutes earlier to cover my eye bags and paint my lids to the director's approval.
Friday, yesterday, I was tested by the good Lord himself. The bloody brute attempted to stroll back into my life but here I am. Clear of all obstacles and stress-free. I mean work is limit-pushing, especially when I miss my parents, but I'm still privileged enough to be able to pay my bills and stand on my own two feet. If that isn't a blessing, I don't know what is. The only lasting sensation is horny. I must be ovulating or something. I feel like I need anointing with holy water. Bumping into him once couldn't cause a reaction like this, could it? Regardless, it'll go away soon. I'll just have to push him out of my system.
I decide on a workout to distract me from my very demanding needs and redirect my energy. I order my legs to swing over the mattress and my feet hit the cold floor. Padding through the apartment, I conclude at the counter to mix my pre-workout formula. Or I could just scoop the tutti-fruity flavoured power into my mouth and wash it down like a lunatic.
I decide on the more fitting method of mixing the drink in my bottle. I don't want to have a sudden burst of energy and get the shakes before I even lift a weight. Moving around the island, I grab the green flask and drop two scoops inside before diluting it with sprite. Okay, maybe I am a lunatic. The sprite just makes the drinking a little easier. It tastes more like a Fanta and less like medicine this way. I step back into the bedroom to decide on which gym outfit to put on. I've just received a PR package from Fabletics and I've been dying to try some of the newer vibrant pieces on.
Tearing open the cardboard to investigate, I pull away the white tissue paper and find myself gawking at the chic sets. There are three short sets, one a pink cotton candy colour, a black one with grey roses printed across the fabric and an orange one with small crystals embedded into it. Main character energy in an outfit, but we'll save this until it gets a little brighter outside. Then there are two legging sets accompanied by cross back sport-bras, one an ombré peach shade and another a solid emerald green.
My mind wonders to him once again, he loved me in emerald shades especially if it was paired with gold. He said it brought out the twinkle in my eyes. On our first date, he took me to a private beach on the corner of California and I wore a pine coloured satin slip with gold tie-up sandals and he damn near fainted.
I decided on the green set, not because of him, just for how it makes me feel when I wear it. Energetic and fresh. Confining my hair in a low puff, I grab my beats and phone to exit the door. I mumble to my music as I enter the lift and press the button indicating to the gym floor but to my surprise, it starts to rise to the penthouse floor. I press the gym button repeatedly but it still ignores my wishes. I've always been a little wary of confined spaces, especially metal boxes that can lift and drop as they please, so excuse me for becoming a little panicked.
