It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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BEYONCE LEANED HER HEAD AGAINST THE backseat, her body still shaking subtly. Her chest panted up and down rapidly and she gripped the edge of the door handle. She had just released himself in Micheal's mouth for the second time. He lifted his head, a drunken smile evident on his face. There was a mixture of her cum and his saliva falling down his chin.
"You did good, baby." She teased, her voice soothing something within. His hand slowly reached out to cup his cheeks and Micheal closed his eyes, leaning into her embrace. He could stay with her for hours and that's exactly what he planned to do.
He looked up at the woman he loved, feeling plenty of different emotions at that moment. Beyonce ran her fingers through his curls, silently praising him. He grabbed her leg, placing kisses on the insides of her thighs. He sucked in a much-needed breath at the scent of her skin, a quick flush traveling down his throat. He took one more sniff of her panties before shoving them into his pocket.
Then, he lifted himself, capturing her lips once again. She ran his hands all over her body, reaching behind and groping her ass. They kissed fast, stealing each other's air.
"I want it." She whispered, pecking his lips softly once again. She hummed softly, pulling off his tuxedo jacket and dropping it somewhere. "So take all of me."
"You want it?" He teased and she quickly nodded. "I need you inside of me. It's been so long."
"You and that damn mouth. It's going to get you in trouble." He mumbled, grabbing her jaw. She looked at him through her siren eyes, running her fingers over his arm. "What kind of trouble?"
"The kind of trouble where I stretch your pussy out while you cream on my cock over and over again." He said, his eyes growing darker. She looked won at his pants, seeing the large bulge and a blush coated her cheeks.
She squeezed her thighs together, kissing his neck. "Is it trouble if it's the only thing I want right now?"
"Dirty little whore." He was thankful the car had plenty of space. He forced Beyonce to lie down on the seat then he situated himself right above her. He unzipped her long dress, forcing it off her body. Her perfect tits bounced out, just screaming for his attention. Almost immediately, he groped her chest, playing with her nipples.
Beyonce arched her back, enjoying every second of his touch. It had been so long since they had been together and she wanted to remember this moment forever. He widened her legs, unzipping his pants and rubing his cock against her lips.
"Please." She whispered, placing her hand on his chest. She felt his skin heat under her touch, his eyes dimming as they got lost in hers. Suddenly, they heard her phone ringing. Micheal reached for it, seeing Shawn's name on the caller ID. She grabbed the phone from him and rolled her eyes.
