Her body swayed. Brice's eyes focused on her back side. He drifted off into a light and arousing sleep.
“Teach,” Constance yelled . Brice blinked his eyes a couple of times breaking eye goop along the eye lids. “It's time for your bath, it has been two days.”
Using hot soapy water, she scrubbed his face and head. She raked the shaver across his head and facial stubbles. Warm water wash over his head and chin. She dried his face. He felt the wash cloth all over the top of his shoulder and chest.
“Is the water too hot?” Constance asked.
“No it's good?” Brice said, bending his knees and half sitting up. Constance had been indescribable. The first woman he couldn't put in a box. She pleasured him. Murder for him without asking for the favorite return. Didn't even want love. Cold heart and strong.
The hot water opened his pores up to receiving the cold air. Then she washed off the soap. After straddling herself to his thighs, he penis hardened.Then her vagina swallow it. “Will you be able to walk or I can put you in a roll away chair.”
“Where am I?” Brice asked. Constance fixated her eyes on his body’s reactions. She didn't answered him, choosing to continue to satisfy herself. He gripped the bed and glared at her enjoying him. Deciding not to stop her since it gave him time to forget worrying. What if he got arrest at school tomorrow for arson or murder?
She had been strong yet Yasmine even grappled during climaxing with him. She dug her nails into his waist; he pumped his thighs up and down. She pounded her thighs and it was over. Brice rolled off the bed and began to balance his bronze body.
“I will lather your back up,” Constance said.
Brice began to stumble. Constance put her neck under his armpit. He encircled her neck bringing her closer. He took his nipple and brush it a long her check and her hair, flirting a little. He looked into her in eyes to see her response. It was his reminder he needed her skill. She was fine but this woman hadn't been a woman to have sex with. A fighter like her was good for surviving the streets.
Constance would be the one to help put Nachine away for good and Jason. The neighborhood would have peace. Killing Nachine became an option.
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