(a/n: I strongly suggest watching this film as it is not only outstanding but also thought-provoking! )
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His back rested against the beige suede armchair with his deep brown eyes locked on the melanated woman carefully treating the wounds on his rib with a cotton swab and peroxide, he hissed through his gold grills in pain as she heard her apologize again, she knelt the carpet and rose from the floor, pecking his forehead tenderly. Surrounding the couple were four walls painted a deep blue hue, his clothes reeked of strong liquor and weed.
"Are you done yet?" he asked, picking up the blunt from the ashtray.
Luna was treating her boyfriend Fontaine's wounds in the living room, he was a drug dealer and she worked as an assistant to a lawyer and it was a lot more then she expected, his rib was grazed by a bullet, The job consisted of long hours and high-stress situations, but she did it all for her.
With a gentle shake of her head, she skillfully wound the bandage tape around his waist, deftly tearing it apart before neatly returning it to the first aid kit. Closing the kit with a satisfying click, she gracefully rose from the carpet, clutching the kit securely in her hands.
"Fontaine, you know I worry about you right?" she sighed deeply, folding her arms.
Fontaine looked up at Luna, he cradled her face in hand and his thumb gently swiped over her cheek. "I told you that I was good right?" he shot back, smiling a bit to reassure her worries.
she contorted her face in frustration and headed towards the bathroom, placing the first aid kit inside the cabinet before returning to the living room. It was a recurring pattern, and she yearned for more than just his empty promises, but she was exhausted.
"You didn't mention the grazed bullet wound Taine! Saying that you're good doesn't always make me feel reassured!" She retorted, her palm resting on her chest.
"I came back home last night didn't I?" He shot back, he rose up from the couch.
As their eyes met, his face drew nearer to hers, their narrowed gazes fixated on each other. Frustration and anger filled the air, She abruptly turned on her heels, striding into the hallway, but he firmly grasped her wrist, refusing to let her go.
Her body pressed against his strong chest, and although irritation lingered, a fiery sensation ignited within her. A wave of desire washed over her, causing her clitoris to throb.
"Lulu, you gotta lose that attitude," Fontaine retorted, his anger palpable as his hand firmly held her chin, compelling her to meet his intense gaze.
"Make me." Luna shot back, her fiery gaze intensifying, her voice rising in pitcb with escalating fervor.
With a wicked smile, he proudly displayed his gold grills once more as Fontaine drew her nearer, his arms encircling her waist. The tension between them hung in the air, the heat of their bodies mingling, Luna's heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she found herself unable to resist him.
Fontaine's lips crashed into hers, his kiss both demanding and gentle. their lips moving in sync, their tongues tangled.
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His back pressed against the grey sofa, his skin melded with the cool fabric while his hands grasped her hips. she bounced up and down on his dick, her nails sunk into the cushions. "Oh fuckk! Fontaine!" Her cries resonated through the room, mingling with the tears cascading down her face, her words stumbled. His nails sunk into her skin, her face contorting in pleasure. His other hand gently traversed between her breast, caressing them with a tender circular motion.
His hand firmly gripping her neck while his lips gently kissed the area behind her ear. "You gon' lose that attitude?" he grunted roughly, his palm smacked her ass earing a squeal from her. "Y-yes! Ah fuc–" She dragged out, cutting herself by a desperate moan. She bounced faster, her essence dripping down his balls with each unrelenting thrust, while his nails left faint marks on her sides. As he smacked her ass once more, her skin reddened and she felt every sensation throughout her body.
"That's my girl." he cooed, His teeth sank into the smaller portions of her neck. Their bodies collided, her walls embraced around his dick. His grip tightened around Luna's throat and she emitted a small gasp."You're so pretty taking all this dick," he praised, He let go of her neck and rose to his feet, while still inside her, forcefully urging her towards the mirror. She pressed her hands against the wall, feeling trapped as he held her in place, and her eyes gently.
He gripped her hips with his hands while she arched her back to meet his jagged yet gradual thrusts from behind Luna. her hands still pressed against the wall. He was unable to look away, He threw his head back. "I-i'm cumming" she called out, As the sounds of their moans filled the room, her body quivered in his grasp. She was so close to her climax, her juices gushed on him.
He held on to his release as his hand gripped her neck and demanded, "Open wide for me, baby." She widened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and positioning his dick towards her mouth. Fontaine rapidly pumped himself, emitting deep grunts upon reaching climax, and released his warm cum onto her tongue. She lewdly moans at the salty flavor of him, while he watched with a contented smirk. He grabbed her chin and brought it closer to him, giving her a sloppy kiss on her lips.
The couple plopped on the couch together, their heavy pants filled the room, "You good?" he asked, pecking her forehead. "Yeah," she panted, her chest heaving up and down. Gathering their thoughts after the intimate moment, it was good but they knew he needed to do better.
