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The silver dodge was parked in an empty parking lot, the windows were foggy. The two young adults were intoxicated and all over each other. He bit down on his lip while his hands roamed her body underneath the dress she wore. She held her arms up allowing him to remove the dress.
Her breast sat up perfectly in the black lace bra. He cupped her breast in his hands while he kissed and sucked on her neck. Soft moans escaped from her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He unsnapped her bra tossing it to the side. She slowly rubbed against the bulge in his pants. He unbuttoned his shirt but she froze when he yucked the gun from his waist. "You scared?" He bit down his lip.
"No." She mumbled even though she was scared. She had never been with a man that carried a gun around with him. "Good." He pulled down his pants revealing his fully erected manhood. She bit down on her lip pulling her panties to the side. He bit down on his lip slowly sliding himself inside of her. Her mouth gaped open but no sound came out, she clutched onto his shoulders.
He sucked on one of her nipples while messaging the other. Her eyes rolled back while she bounced on top of him. Outside the dodge bounced up and down. Luckily no one was in the area but the two inside didn't care about people seeing them they were having the time of their lives.
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Shamar leaned outside of the car, he pinched the blunt between his fingers. Bree sat in backseat slipping back into her outfit. He placed the blunt between his lips chuckling a little when thinking about the previous event.
The inside of the car was filled with her loud moans, they could even be heard from outside. He circled his tongue around her clit while his two fingers pumped in and out of her. Her legs shook violently she stared up at the ceiling letting out a faint moan "Shamar."
She slipped her coat on pushing the car door open. "You know you shouldn't be out here without a shirt on." She brushed her hand against his chest. He bit down on his lip squeezing her butt "Round three?" He eyed her. She chuckled pulling away from him "Maybe some other time, I've got work in the morning." He furrowed his eyebrows "So there's goin' to be anotha' time." He wrapped his arms around her waist. She bit down on her lip not saying anything.
"A'ight get in da' car ima drop you home right na'." He spoke. She pulled the door open sliding inside of the car. He pulled the backseat door open, he reached for his shirt. While buttoning his shirt he eyed the gun that he slid under the seat earlier. "I know you was scared of da' gun by the way." He flashed her a smile.
All it took was one night for her whole life to come down in shambles. Her lips trembled, tears dribbled down her cheek. She tossed the pregnancy test across the bathroom floor.
