𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧.

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A cry erupted through your larynx as you pressed the vibrating toy on your clitoris hood

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A cry erupted through your larynx as you pressed the vibrating toy on your clitoris hood.

Lifting up the switch increasing the intensity and the faint buzzing from under the duvet your body jerked.

"—fuck!" You whimpered, as you deepened the curvature in your spine.

Involuntarily jerking your pelvic forward another moan escaped from your lips. Feeling the powerful wavelengths transmitting on your sensitive folds you began to quake. From shaking your torso, clenching your ass cheeks or squeezing your yellow pedicure against your flesh you felt the familiar tingle began to arise. Deeply rooted in your uterus you felt your walls contracting at the sensation of self-pleasure before you began to secrete.

"Shit, T'Challa." You whined, as flashbacks of his chocolate hands trailing against your brown sugar colored skin interrupted your vision. The thrill of his full lips scraping against the moist skin of your neck sent ecstasy traveling down your spine.

Your uterus began to pulse as your release started spewing out resulting in the fresh sheets underneath your pelvic dampening with fluids. The gratification was too much bare for your singular spirit as your body began to reciprocate the intense gesture.

As your juices flowed your body subconsciously propelled upwards. Your spine arched into the air mocking a possessed pose while your other organs and muscles followed suit. With your back resting in the air your breasts separated and shifted to opposite sides of your rib cage while you panted.

Additionally, the rustling of the covers was caused by your feet as they aggressively clawed the sheets attempting to maintain stability. Your body became an active party in your release even with your mind subliminally in the King's bedroom being brought to your climax with your memories.

With your chest rising and falling at great speed you swallow saliva down your larynx to get rid of the dry patch spreading across your tonsils from your lewd moaning. However, you didn't get a chance to rest and recover from your orgasm as you heard the rhythmic barking coming from outside.

The obnoxious sound was increasing in volume making you push your trimmed eyebrows together from the thought of your ex-husband at your house.

Attempting to the dispose of the idea your mind you couldn't help but wonder if the Great Gorilla was outside your home. Your thoughts were suddenly answered when you heard his voice commands, "—jabari yeka, jabari yeka, jabari yeka!"

Hearing the heavy knocks against your front door you put your calf muscles to use as you pulled your panties up. Shuffling off of the bed you hastily lifted them on your hips before you slid on your slides and threw on a silk robe complimenting the sky blue and macaroon yellow undergarments. Tugging down on the elastic band holding your ebony faux locs you scurried downstairs before another round of pounding was heard on your door.

"This nigga done lost his fucking mind." You hissed, underneath your breath as you walked through your kitchen. Reaching the foyer you quickly unlocked the locks before yanking the door open revealing the six foot four inches cocoa colored man clad in gray bear fur, beige cowrie shells and spruce blue rawhide.

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