48 Hours to Die by Silk White

kiss. Lisa taking that woman’s life in the restaurant had turned Reggie on. He aggressively ripped Lisa’s blouse open and kissed all up and down her neck while removing her bra all at the same time. Once Lisa’s bra was off, Reggie popped one of her breast in his mouth like a savage.

    “Mmm!” Lisa moaned loudly as she hopped up on, Reggie locking her toned legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom and slammed her down on the bed. Reggie lifted Lisa’s skirt up and forcefully tore her thong off of her bottom with his bare hands. Before Lisa got a chance to catch her breath, she felt, Reggie’s tongue on the magic button in between her legs. “Awww!” She pure with her head back in ecstasy.

    Reggie licked, Lisa’s warm, wet slice nice and slow like this would be his last time ever tasting a woman again. He worked his tongue like a lizard as felt, Lisa’s body squirming under him. Reggie rolled his tongue back and forth on, Lisa’s clit until he felt her legs violently clamp around his neck. He found pleasure in her body jerking uncontrollably under his touch. Reggie slid his way in between, Lisa’s legs and slid inside her. “Hmmm!” He groaned as the heat and the wetness from Lisa’s vagina had him in another world. Reggie pinned, Lisa’s back towards her head and did pushups on top of her as his rod dipped in and out of her wetness. Reggie worked his hips like a Latin dancer as he plunged in and out of Lisa.

    “Ye... yes...yes...don’t stop...just like...that!” Lisa growled all of her class and lady as if ways were gone; Reggie had her in complete freak mode.

    Reggie delivered four more quick strokes before he grunted and collapsed on top of, Lisa. “Oh my god,” he whispered breathing heavily. Reggie stared up at the ceiling as; Lisa crawled in his arms and laid her head on his chest. The two laid like that in silence until they finally drifted off to sleep.

Mind Playing Tricks on Me

    After a long day at work, Anthony Stone was happy to be on his way home. He rode in his car as Drake’s new album hummed softly through the speakers. He bobbed his head to the beat as he pulled in front of his apartment building. Anthony Stone stepped out of his car and headed towards his building. As he got closer to the building, he noticed a man standing in front of his building with a hoodie on with his hands in pockets of the hoodie. Something about the man just looked suspicious, besides Anthony Stone knew all the tenants that resided in his building, and the man with the hoodie on didn’t look familiar. Anthony Stone walked up to the man in the hoodie. “Can I help you?”

    The hooded man looked Anthony Stone up and down. “Nah I’m good,”

    “Are you visiting somebody in this building or something?” Anthony Stone pried.

    “No, I’m minding my business,” the hoodie man said. His tone was hostile as if he was getting ready for a confrontation. “Fuck off!”

    “I’m going to need to see some Identification,” Anthony Stone said taking a few steps closer to the hooded man invading his personal space.

    The hooded man looked at Anthony Stone as if he was insane. “Get out my face!” He barked. “I’m not going to tell you again!” He threatened, his hands now turning into fist.

    “I need to see some identification!” Anthony Stone said in a stern tone as he flashed his badge. The hooded man looked down at the badge and took off running. He only made it a few feet away before Anthony Stone roughly tackled the hooded man face first down to the concrete. “Stop resisting!” Anthony Stone struggled to get the man’s hands behind his back. Once the hooded man was hand cuffed, Anthony Stone fished through the man’s pockets until he heard a woman’s voice behind him.

    “Anthony, what are you doing?” Amy asked with a nervous and concerned look on her face. She lived in the same building two floors above Anthony Stone.  

    “Amy stay back!” Anthony Stone said.