by Jequiche
Tonya laughs uncomfortably. "Listen Felicia, I really like you, I do, and I would love to burn up those drawers but you two seem a bit too wild to me. I’ve seen what this type of relationship does to people and I don’t want any part of it. Where can I drop you off?"
"Drop me off? You sure you’re ready to end this before it begins?" Felicia says as she opens her legs, her right hand disappears underneath her short skirt. “Why don’t you give me a hand,” she says pushing a side button to lower her chair back. She relaxes against the soft crème leather seat and closes her eyes.
Tonya cant help herself as she joins Felicia’s hand. Tonya looks her directly in the eyes as Felicia leans her chair back further as soft moans escape her lips. "I thought you were such a lady when I first met you," Tonya says.
"What makes you think I’m not?"
"You always let women f*** you going 85 on the freeway?" Tonya asks with arched eyebrows pressing down on the gas pedal more aggressively speeding up to 95.
