Chyna

Red Light Special

Trigga and I finally had some alone time. Every time we got together we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Dressed in red lingerie I circled around the stripper pole in our bedroom as he sat on the bed and played the PlayStation. He took off his shirt exposing his bare chest that has many tattoos.
"Come here." He said biting his lip. I slowly moved towards him and straddled him as he sucked on my neck.

Red light special by TLC came on and I laid on the bed as we kissed and tugged at each other. Trigga began giving me head and my knees began to shake. I massaged his head and closed my eyes before he entered me. We made love for hours and laid in each others arms completely drenched in sweat.
We sat up and smoked and he was ready for round 4 after awhile.
"You lookin' fine as hell," Trigga whispered, his fingers gently caressing my hair. I couldn't help but blush at his words, feeling a surge of desire coursing through my veins. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, savoring the taste of his sweet kiss.

As the rain started to pour outside, we found ourselves drawn to the bed, the floor, the bathroom counter,the balcony , our bodies entangled in a passionate embrace. The rhythm of the raindrops on the windowpane seemed to match the beat of our hearts, creating a sensual symphony that filled the room.

Trigga's hands roamed my body, his touch igniting a fire within me. I moaned softly as his fingers traced the curves of my silhouette, sending shivers down my spine. Our clothes became mere obstacles, hastily discarded as our desire intensified.

Laying down on the bed, I invited Trigga to join me, his strong arms enveloping me in a warm embrace. Our lips met once again, hungry and eager, as we explored each other's bodies with a fervent passion. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, mingling with the earthy aroma of the rain outside.

Lost in the moment, we surrendered ourselves to the pleasure that consumed us. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of ecstasy and bliss. The sound of our moans and whispers mingled with the rain, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a testament to the intense connection we shared. In that moment, it was just us, the rain, and the raw, unfiltered desire that bound us together.

As the storm raged outside, our bodies found release, our souls intertwining in a moment of pure ecstasy. The rain continued to fall, washing away any inhibitions or doubts, leaving only the undeniable truth of our love and desire.

In the aftermath, as we lay tangled in each other's arms, the rain continued to pour, a soothing lullaby that serenaded us into a peaceful slumber. The world outside may have been chaotic, but in that moment, we found solace and contentment in each other's embrace.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the rain outside kept on groovin', droppin' beats on the rooftop like a DJ spinnin' records. It was like the rhythm of our love had synced up with the rhythm of the rain, creating a symphony of passion and desire.

Trigga's breath was steady against my skin, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. I traced my fingers along the contours of his tattoos, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The raindrops tapped on the windowpane, creating a soothing melody that lulled us into a state of tranquility.

In that moment, there was nothin' else that mattered. The world outside faded away, and it was just me and Trigga, lost in the afterglow of our love. The rain served as a gentle reminder of the intensity we had shared, a reminder that our connection was as natural and powerful as the storm outside.

I closed my eyes, letting the sound of the rain wash over me, cleansing my soul and renewing my spirit. It was as if the raindrops were cleansing away any doubts or fears, leaving only the pure essence of our love behind.

In the stillness of the night, I whispered words of gratitude to the universe, thankful for the love that had found its way into my life. Trigga stirred beside me, his lips grazing my forehead in a tender kiss. We didn't need words to express what we felt, for our bodies had already spoken volumes in the language of passion and desire.

As the rain continued its serenade, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the storm. The raindrops became our lullaby, carrying us into a world of dreams where our love would forever reign.

And so, we surrendered to the night, knowing that when we woke, the rain would still be there, a constant reminder of the love that had ignited between us. In the embrace of the storm, we found solace, comfort, and a love that would weather any storm that life threw our way.