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“Shit, I’m so wet,” you angrily exclaim, trying to dry yourself with Sevika’s jacket. You and Sevika were walking back from a date, ready to relax at home and fuck until the sun came up.
Apparently, the clouds had another plan.
Now you were both parked in an empty parking lot, trying to wait out the storm. KWN’s new album plays in the background, the steady beat and background vocals relaxing you both.
“Yeah you are. Fuck,” Sevika curses, shaking her head and leaning back in her seat. “I was trying to beat the rain, but you insisted we should watch the end credits.” Lightning flashes in the sky.
You countered, “But you always need to stay after every movie!” Thunder booms not long after. You kicked your shoes off and got comfortable in your seat. “With the way it’s looking, we’ll probably be here a while.”
Sevika sighs, “Yeah you’re probably right…wanna smoke?” she asks longingly.
You turn to her, surprised. “You have weed on you?”
“I always have weed on me.”
You roll your eyes, but dig in your purse for a lighter anyway. Sevika pulls a perfectly rolled blunt from her jean pocket, and patiently waits for you to light it for her.
The lighter clicks and flames outline the curve of Sevika’s nose and full lips. ‘til you cry plays next on the radio, the sultry RnB and vulgar lyrics making your gaze linger.
Once the flame connects to the blunt, Sevika takes a long puff, then exhales the smoke. Thunder booms again, but you can only focus on the sharp outline of her jaw, and her low eyes.
Sevika notices you staring at her, and turns to face you. “What are you looking at me like that for?” You break out of your trance and instead of responding, you climb into her lap.
Your denim skirt rides up, and your low cut top droops down, exposing your perky tits to Sevika. She sighs deeply and looks up at you with a slight smirk.
“What do you need from me?” Her voice is raspy and deep from the blunt. Her hands find their way on your hips, pushing you down on her thick thigh. You gasp softly from the sudden friction and nuzzle in closer to her.
“Y’know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me baby.” Sevika moves your braids from the side of your neck, and starts planting wet kisses across your collarbone. You hum with pleasure and grind your hips deeper into her thigh.
Suddenly, Sevika grips your hips tight, stopping your movements. You angrily pout at her. “What the hell was that for?”
“Get to the back.” She sternly commands, leaving no room for discussion. You huff in annoyance and arousal, and climb into the back row. Sevika follows, smashing the blunt into her makeshift ashtray, and pulling you into her lap again.
“Tell me what you want, baby. I don’t have all day.” She pulls your shirt off, and unbuttons your skirt. “Lift your hips.” You do, and she pulls your skirt down, leaving you in your black bra and matching black panties.
Sevika groans while her eyes roam over your chestnut skin. You subconsciously roll your hips and whimper under her gaze.
“Please Vika, I need you so bad” you desperately plead. Your hands make quick work to pull her henley off of her, exposing her full tits and sculpted abs. Her piercing eyes meet yours as the lightning illuminates both of your faces, and the peak of the song comes.
“I’m going to fuck you ‘til you cry.”
“Shit, I’m so wet,” you angrily exclaim, trying to dry yourself with Sevika’s jacket. You and Sevika were walking back from a date, ready to relax at home and fuck until the sun came up.
Apparently, the clouds had another plan.
Now you were both parked in an empty parking lot, trying to wait out the storm. KWN’s new album plays in the background, the steady beat and background vocals relaxing you both.
“Yeah you are. Fuck,” Sevika curses, shaking her head and leaning back in her seat. “I was trying to beat the rain, but you insisted we should watch the end credits.” Lightning flashes in the sky.
You countered, “But you always need to stay after every movie!” Thunder booms not long after. You kicked your shoes off and got comfortable in your seat. “With the way it’s looking, we’ll probably be here a while.”
Sevika sighs, “Yeah you’re probably right…wanna smoke?” she asks longingly.
You turn to her, surprised. “You have weed on you?”
“I always have weed on me.”
You roll your eyes, but dig in your purse for a lighter anyway. Sevika pulls a perfectly rolled blunt from her jean pocket, and patiently waits for you to light it for her.
The lighter clicks and flames outline the curve of Sevika’s nose and full lips. ‘til you cry plays next on the radio, the sultry RnB and vulgar lyrics making your gaze linger.
Once the flame connects to the blunt, Sevika takes a long puff, then exhales the smoke. Thunder booms again, but you can only focus on the sharp outline of her jaw, and her low eyes.
Sevika notices you staring at her, and turns to face you. “What are you looking at me like that for?” You break out of your trance and instead of responding, you climb into her lap.
Your denim skirt rides up, and your low cut top droops down, exposing your perky tits to Sevika. She sighs deeply and looks up at you with a slight smirk.
“What do you need from me?” Her voice is raspy and deep from the blunt. Her hands find their way on your hips, pushing you down on her thick thigh. You gasp softly from the sudden friction and nuzzle in closer to her.
“Y’know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me baby.” Sevika moves your braids from the side of your neck, and starts planting wet kisses across your collarbone. You hum with pleasure and grind your hips deeper into her thigh.
Suddenly, Sevika grips your hips tight, stopping your movements. You angrily pout at her. “What the hell was that for?”
“Get to the back.” She sternly commands, leaving no room for discussion. You huff in annoyance and arousal, and climb into the back row. Sevika follows, smashing the blunt into her makeshift ashtray, and pulling you into her lap again.
“Tell me what you want, baby. I don’t have all day.” She pulls your shirt off, and unbuttons your skirt. “Lift your hips.” You do, and she pulls your skirt down, leaving you in your black bra and matching black panties.
Sevika groans while her eyes roam over your chestnut skin. You subconsciously roll your hips and whimper under her gaze.
“Please Vika, I need you so bad” you desperately plead. Your hands make quick work to pull her henley off of her, exposing her full tits and sculpted abs. Her piercing eyes meet yours as the lightning illuminates both of your faces, and the peak of the song comes.
“I’m going to fuck you ‘til you cry.”