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Fantasia's POV
Taraji and I left the party together discreetly, slipping out of the back door, but not before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. As I slid into the passenger seat of the matte black G-Wagon she came in, I texted Dani and told her to cover for us in case anyone asked where we had disappeared to so suddenly. The fact that Kendall could pop up out of nowhere and catch us increases the thrill and excitement. There's something so addictive about doing the wrong thing with the right person. Taraji is probably gonna get me killed one day, but I would die happily if my last moments were spent creating love with her. I wish I had a dick so I could put a baby in her; living, breathing proof that I own her pussy. I put my phone on do not disturb. I don't want anything or anybody to disrupt the filthy love we're going to be making. This feels like a night meant for more than just casual fucking. As she was driving, she placed her hand on my thigh and caressed it, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips as I gazed at the side view of her face.
Fantasia: So we're really doing this? You're not going to pussy out like you did all those times before?
Taraji: I'm not gonna pussy out, but I will make you tap out.
Fantasia: Yeah sure, we'll see about that. What if your little girlfriend calls?
Taraji: She's not my girlfriend, and if she does, I'll ignore her and call her back in the morning. Any more questions?
I could have choked her for getting smart with me, but it seems like she wants to be the top tonight, and who would I be to deny her of what she wants? Still, if she gets too out of line, it's only in my nature to reel her ass back in. She's only in control because I'm allowing her to be in control. As she continued to drive, her hand crawled up a little higher and settled between my legs. I bit my lip to suppress a small moan as het fingers found their way past the barrier of my jumpsuit and into my panties. She smiled as her middle finger easily slipped through my slick folds. She kept her eyes straight ahead on the road while I was coming undone in my seat, shifting anxiously as she curled her fingers inside of me and stroked them in a "come here" motion. I had to turn the AC up because I was getting too hot. Just as my walls clenched around her fingers, she pulled them out. She didn't even make eye contact with me as she popped them in her mouth and sucked my juices off of them. When I tried to get one of her fingers in my mouth to taste myself, she pulled her away and tauntingly wagged her finger in my face, denying me. I huffed in frustration, sitting back and folding my arms across my chest. She's better at this game than I thought, but I'm only letting her have this one night.
