Page 104 of Milo

Slowly, Milo entered me. Simultaneously, we released satisfying groans.

“This shit so fucking good.”

Slowly, he stroked me from behind, gliding in and out of me with ease. With a hand around my neck, he dug into me, stretching me as he filled me to capacity. He was everywhere. All over me. His hand crawling all over my body and his dick climbing my vagina as if it was an obstacle he desperately needed to conquer.

Time wasn’t on our sides. We both knew that our ending was near, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying the folds of one another. Milo’s thumb crept into my second hole, sending me to a new dimension. Closing my eyes, I altered my position in order to receive the perfect amount of friction and in the right spot. As he massaged my asshole with his thumb and milked my pussy with his dick, I felt the rumbling in my lower half, rising until it reached my vaginal area and began to sprout.

“Please. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not,” Milo assured me, driving himself deeper. With each stroke, his balls tapped the back of my thighs, sending me into another galaxy. And when I’d made it safely, I began to erupt from the inside out.

“Uhhhhh. I’m cumming. Milo, I’m cumming,” I grunted, piercing my bottom lip with my teeth.

“Me too,” he confessed, stiffening behind me. “Shit, girl.”

His body fell forward as my vagina contracted around him, emptying him of everything he had to offer.

“Oh God.”

The tingling sensation still hadn’t subsided. My body was ringing, quite literally.

“Hurry up, my nigga. We ready to roll,” Makai yelled out.

Chuckling, we both quieted, halting all movement.

“Shut yo’ hating ass up,” Lawe interjected.

“’Preciate that.”

“We have to go.”

Tickled, I pled with Milo to end our impromptu session. The liquor was still heavy in my system, distorting my logic, yet I knew that we needed to clear the parking lot, get home, and wash our bodies.

Sliding out of me slowly, Milo agreed. “I know.”

He pulled my skirt back over my butt and tapped my backside.

“Climb up and get in.”

I obliged, reclining the seat and curling up in a ball. Milo stood outside of the car, mingling with his family as I began to doze. It wasn’t until he got inside, slamming the door behind him, that I opened my eyes.

“Nay?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s your car?”

“At my parents’.”

“Cool.”

“Where’s my son?”

“Safe.”

“Where is he, Milo?”

“At Pops and we’re not going to get his little ass, either.”

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