He repeated the action on her left leg but this time he brushed the back of his hand against her swelling clit. “Okay, okay.” she laughed. “I’m not this Black Beauty that you keep referring to. Grant knew that spot was her undoing, and it seemed that Davis was figuring that out as well. The air was filled with the squeaky sounds of wet flesh rubbing against metal; grunts, groans, and permeated with the smell of sex. The kiss was a gnashing of lips, teeth, and tongues; their arms moving wildly around one another, and her hips rolling and tilting to match his thrusts. “He would never use his position to get what he wanted; he waits and gets it willingly.”
He chuckled a little as Ramirez drove off in her car. “My friends are never going to invite me out again. Well then; let’s make it worth both our while. “Not really. He untied the string on her halter, and began to stroke her newly-freed breasts.
