“I can’t kiss your lips, so let me kiss this,” she whispered, as she lowered to her knees. She unbuttoned the expensive pants and then rolled them down his waist as he stepped out of them. He removed his shirt, as she enclosed her mouth around him. He gripped her hair, tightly, as she sucked him into her mouth, using just the right pressure. Ethic’s body was there in the moment, as she stood and pulled him to her bedroom, but his mind was a million miles away. He didn’t know how he had gotten to this point. When he navigated through the streets, he had always lived by a code; now, he questioned if he had any type of morality at all. He was going through the motions, as he rolled a condom over his strength and watched as she climbed on top. Her rolls were slow and timid, as she tried to inch down on him, taking him in with caution. The veins in his dick teased her walls, as she found her rhythm. He had so much aggression, so much madness, built up in his veins and he felt it mounting as he matched her, trying to get her to ride him deeper. She was squealing with every pump. Her perfect, silicone D’s bouncing while sweat trailed down her toned stomach. He lifted her. He was so strong that it was effortless for him to turn her around without ever taking himself out. He didn’t want to see her face or look her in the eyes because she was pleading with him. Dolce’s expression was begging him to give her a chance. She wanted more. He knew it and he couldn’t look her in the eyes. She rode him backwards, her behind spreading. The sight of his blackness disappearing into her pretty, toned ass made a prickling current pulse in the tip of his dick. He was about to cum; and from the screams bouncing off the walls and the way her pussy smacked with wetness, told him she was there too. He filled the condom, as she climbed down off the ride, flipping her bedroom hair over her shoulder.