Love you too stinka
TAVA:
Love you!
“Did I miss anything exciting?” James asked when he climbed back into the car.
“Not really. More filler scenes to build suspense on if the girl is dead or not.”
“Cool.” He placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed the exposed skin with his thumb. My focus on the movie had gone right out the window. The warmth of his touch had my body quaking. My body was hotter than fish grease, and I wanted himbadly.
“Hey, move your hand,” I warned.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked with amusement in his voice.
“Ain’t shit funny about the puddle in my panties. You know you drive me crazy, and I’m trying my hardest to keep my sanity.”
“You need me to take the edge off?” he asked. His eyes were low with arousal. His voice dropped several octaves.
We shouldn’t.
“Yes.”
“Lean your seat back and take your panties off.”
I slid my panties down to my ankles and spread my legs slowly. The scent of my arousal filled the air.
“It’s finna get hot in here,” James commented. He cracked the windows slightly to add some ventilation to the car. Even with the AC on high, I knew we’d have the windows fogging up if we didn’t bring in some fresh air.
He leaned across the center and slid his hand up my thigh. His fingers found my bead, and they greeted each other like long-lost friends. The pleasure made me gasp as I clung to his arm as my eyes closed shut.
His large fingers played in my pussy with precision.
“Ooo, fuck, baby.”
“Mmm hmm. She responds perfectly to me. You know what that means?”
“Hmm?”
“This pussy is mine.”
“Yes, all yours.”
He pumped his fingers inside of me, playing in the juices as I dug my teeth into my bottom lip. The skin was raw as I neared my climax.
“I’m about to cum.”
“Make a mess. The seats can get cleaned later.”
“F-fuck!” He pumped his fingers until my juices covered his fingers. Our eyes locked as he lifted his hand up to taste me on his fingers. I grinned. “You’re so nasty.”
“And you taste so fuckin’ good.”
“Oh my goodness. We missed a lot of the movie.”
“Fuck that movie. Let’s go back to my place and make one of our own.”
“Oop. Do you want to prop the camera up for real?”