Chyna

Summer Time Fine

Trigga and me, we be spendin' more and more time together again behind Nicole's back, ya know? The girls, they startin' to notice. Trigga be comin' up with excuses, sayin' he takin' me to meet managers, but really, we just be smokin' in a park or goin' to drive-in movies. Ain't nothin' physical happenin' between us, we just bein' close friends, ya feel me? One day, as we pull up to a drive-in movie theater, I be straight up shocked to see Nicole with another man, just two cars ahead of us.
"Let's bounce, find somewhere else," Trigga suggest.
"You good?" I ask as we drivin' away.
"Yeah, I'm straight. Me and Nicole been havin' problems for a minute now. I'm ready to move on," he reply.
We end up in a dead-end spot, surrounded by trees and quietness.

"You don't really mean that. You can't just give up on someone you love so easily," I said, my voice filled with disbelief and a tinge of desperation. Trigga pulled out some weed from his pocket and began skillfully rolling it, his fingers moving with practiced ease. I reclined my seat, sinking into the comfort of the car, and turned up the music, the beats pulsating through the speakers. Trigga reached into his glove compartment, retrieving a stack of CDs, and selected a mix of smooth R&B songs that filled the car with a sensual vibe.

He handed me the freshly rolled blunt, the scent of the herb wafting through the air, and we both took long drags, the smoke swirling around us like a hazy cloud. As the effects of the weed started to take hold, Trigga spoke again, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and excitement.

"Yeah, I mean it... our time together has run its course. Plus, I kinda got feelings for someone else," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat, a pang of jealousy coursing through me.

"And who might that be?" I asked, my voice laced with a hint of jealousy and curiosity, my eyes locked on his, searching for answers. Trigga's gaze met mine, and in that moment, it felt like the world around us faded away, leaving only the intensity of our connection.

"You... I want you," he whispered, his words hanging in the air like a forbidden secret. And before I could fully comprehend his confession, he leaned in and kissed me, his lips meeting mine in a passionate embrace. In that instant, a surge of desire coursed through my body, my senses heightened, and I felt a rush of heat that made my nipples instantly harden, a physical manifestation of the intense attraction between us.

Girl,Tonite by Trey Songs and Twista played and he began to take off his clothes. I followed suit and started salivating at the sight of his long ,thick ,dick. Trigga positioned me on top of him and I began riding him as he sucked on my breasts .
"God damn girl you got me ready to cum already." He laughed as he slammed me up and down on his dick. I laughed and rolled my eyes before closing them. He was the first man that I experienced sex with willingly. After the incident when I was 9 I didn't even go to third base with any boys in high school. I was always too scared too but it was something about Trigga that made me feel safe.
"Damn daddy I'm ready to cum."
"Oh yeah come on daddy's dick baby." He grinned biting on my neck.

As our bodies intertwined, the heat between us intensified, igniting a primal desire that consumed us both. The taste of his lips lingered on mine, fueling a hunger that could only be satisfied by the raw, uninhibited passion we shared. With each touch, each caress, the intensity grew, sending shivers down my spine and awakening a hunger deep within me. Our hands explored every inch of each other's bodies, tracing the contours, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment. The air was thick with anticipation as we surrendered to our carnal desires, losing ourselves in a whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy. Moans of pleasure filled the night, blending with the symphony of nature, as we surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. In that moment, there was no room for inhibitions or restraint, only the insatiable craving for more, as we pushed each other to the brink of ecstasy, our bodies entangled in a passionate dance that left us breathless and yearning for more.