“We got all this sexual tension between us. We need to get it out, boo. Plus your cousin don’t be letting me fuck since her and her momma on the s...ame shift now,” bemoaned Tank. “I ain’t gonna tell. Are you?”“N-No!”“Well then. Let’s go in your room and lock that door.”“What about Brianna?”“She ain’t thinking about nothing. She got on her headset. Besides, I can always push your face in the pillow if you’re too loud. Or turn up the TV or some shit! Come on, sexy.”Prisha reluctantly followed the. I shudder, sigh, and lower my face to the swell of breast above the lace top of her slip. I bury my face between her white breasts and inhale the perfume she has placed there. I kiss both breasts through brassiere and slip. My lips rise to her neck, and to her lips. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her passionately. I hold her close, she presses her hips against me, moving them slightly in a grinding motion. My left hand is at her neck, the right slowly descends to the wondrous swell of hip and. The fence came nearly to the pavement as she walked further and further along. She couldn’t see the road from there – it was behind the trees – but she could hear the traffic. A lot, for so late at night. Before long, the fence was so close to the road that she was practically forced to walk on the pavement. When the first truck rushed past her, seeking freeway speed, the air rush nearly knocked her over and under the tires. She cried out, keeping her balance, and continued, now keeping her. She belonged to him now. He grabbed and groped her in all the places he desired, without needing her permission. Fondling her breasts or squeezing them tight, pinching her nipples, gripping the side of her haunches as he rode her hard - whatever suited his needs. He dominated her so that she could recede into the comfort of submission, just as she had hoped to do in the darkest recesses of her femininity, just as it was meant to be. And so she took it all in one last time - the supernatural.