First it would be in her hair, and then it would travel down her neck to her breasts, where it would spend some time caressing them through her shirt. He wore the baggy pants, the big shirts, the dew-rags, the diamond studs, and she loved it. Kayla wanted to scream. He was going to get her all worked up into a lather for him. Taylor sat about 10 feet away from where Kayla conversed with her friends and glanced over at her. Taylor set Kayla on her feet with her back against a wall. She was breaking. Kayla, startled by the abruptness of the question, barely managed to shake her head. “…Please…“ she ventured. She put her one free hand against him and pushed, but he just chuckled and whispered in her ear, “You can fight it all you want baby, but you’ll beg for mo before it‘s ova”. Taylor let his hands trail over her breasts again and felt her arch beneath him, then let his fingertips lightly brush over her ribs and sides.
