Not My Type 3: Alternate World

45. Rock

📍PORT ROYAL, KINGSTON
Z A R A
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"Shittttt, uhh. Nickoiiiiii mmm," I throw my head back in pleasure and grip onto the rock. His hips thrust violently.

So a this a your yes?

Backshots on the rocks...

Basically.

Hmm, sounds fitting.

"Mmm," twisting my body, I groan feeling as he surprises me and pounds in me harder. He slips his tongue to my neck, moving it in circles. I feel shivers. My body stiffens. My eyes dazed, I scream.

"Mi feeeeeeeeel thattttt!" my voice strained. He slaps both of my cheeks.

I'm on fire but the shore crashing in is keeping me calm.

I swiftly bring my hands to the back of his head, securing his head at my spot, I love how his tongue feels on my skin. My next hand is in a fist with my lace panties.

I look down at my ass clapping each time he aggressively forces me to meet his deep thrusts.

Ass moving like water.

Watch view!

He's staring down, his eyes darkened with lust. He still has his mean mug. I notice how zoned out he is.

Watch nice man..

"Yuh still feel like a virgin...nutt'n no change," he's in ecstasy, almost in disbelief too. He pulls me closer to him, it sinks deeper. I bite on my lower lip and hum softly.

Dem sup'm yah yuh love..

Looking over my shoulder, I meet his gaze, sensing a deeper physical bond between us, the palpable connection growing stronger and stronger.

I steal a kiss and feel him lift me on the rock and turn me to face me. He handles me like I'm light as a cork. It's such a turn on. Cause at this point I think I'm overweight for my age.

He keeps flexin' his muscles and strength.

When I don't open my legs he slaps my thighs. I jerk from the slap.

"Nickoiii," I stare up at him.

"Open you leg," his voice harsh. The look he gives me though would make me walk off a cliff he ask me to.

Spreading my legs wide, I bite on my finger, he puts my leg on his shoulder and comes closer to me.

Why Nickoi stare so sexy?

Ugh.

He drags his tip up and down my slit to lubricate it.

I meet his eyes, it's like he's studying my face. "Yo a'ight?"

I shrug with a cute expression.

He slips in a finger, I squirm as he curves it upwards.

"Wah yaw doo?" I keep my low eyes on him. My legs begins to shake, he smirks.