He's a lightweight.

As Robert's head lolled back, his chin dipping towards his chest, Bianca's eyes widened in alarm. She reached out to catch him, her hands grasping for his arms, but Tyrese was quicker. He slid forward, his movements fluid, and caught Robert's shoulders, easing him back into the chair.

Bianca's gaze snapped to Tyrese, her eyes narrowing as she took in the calculating glint in his eye. He was enjoying this, she realized, her stomach twisting with unease. Enjoying the power he had over her, over Robert.

Tyrese finally focused on Bianca, his eyes locking onto hers with an unnerving intensity. "Come on," he said, his voice low and husky, as he stood up and gestured for her to follow him. "We need to get out of here." Bianca's eyes darted to Robert, who was slumped in the chair, his head lolling to one side. She felt a surge of concern and protest, her hands instinctively reaching out to him. "We can't just leave him," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Tyrese's grip on Bianca's arm was like a vice, his fingers digging into her skin as he lifted her up from the chair. "You'll have another load of my cum in your pussy before he wakes up," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Bianca's eyes darted to Robert, who was still slumped in the chair, oblivious to the tension between them. She felt a surge of panic mixed with desire as Tyrese's words sent a shiver down her spine.

"Shh," Bianca hissed, trying to quiet Tyrese down as she glanced nervously at Robert. But Tyrese just chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he pulled her closer to him.

Tyrese's grip on Bianca's arm remained firm as he led her one room down, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the dimly lit hallway. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat, and Bianca's stomach twisted with unease as she tried to pull her arm free. But Tyrese's hold only tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her skin as he pulled her closer to him.

As they reached the door, Tyrese pushed it open with a swift motion, revealing a small, cluttered room with a single bed in the center. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and twisted, and Bianca's heart sank as she realized where she was being led.

Tyrese's voice was low and commanding as he closed the door behind them, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the small room. "Take the skirt off, hoe," he said, his eyes fixed on Bianca's as he stepped closer to her. Bianca's heart was racing as she hesitated, her mind screaming at her to resist, but her body seemed to be frozen in place. Tyrese's gaze was like a physical touch, making her skin prickle with unease as he waited for her to comply.

Slowly, Bianca's hands rose to the waistband of her skirt, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the zipper.

Bianca's eyes darted nervously to the door, her mind racing with the fear of being discovered. "We have to be quiet," she whispered urgently, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Tyrese's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement as he took a step closer to her. "That's on you, hoe," he said, his voice low and husky. "Can you stay quiet?"

Bianca's face burned with a mixture of shame and desire as she nodded, her eyes fixed on Tyrese's.

Bianca's hands trembled as she continued to undo the zipper of her skirt, her eyes fixed on Tyrese's as he stepped closer to her. His smirk was infuriating, but it also sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what he was implying, and the thought of it made her stomach twist with a mixture of fear and desire.

"I doubt you'll be quiet on my black dick," Tyrese said, his voice low and husky.

Bianca's fingers finally managed to undo the zipper, and she hesitated for a moment before letting the skirt fall to the floor. The sound of the fabric pooling around her feet seemed loud in the small room, and she felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she stepped out of the skirt, her eyes fixed on Tyrese's. She was left standing in her panties and heels, the cool air of the room caressing her skin and making her feel even more exposed.

Tyrese's gaze roamed over her, his eyes lingering on the curves of her body, and Bianca felt a shiver run down her spine.

Tyrese's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, his fingers undoing the buttons of his pants with a calculated precision that made Bianca's heart skip a beat. The sound of the zipper being pulled down was like a slow-motion countdown, each incremental movement building anticipation in Bianca's chest. And then, in a sudden, fluid motion, Tyrese's pants fell to the floor, revealing the black monster that had been hiding beneath.

Bianca's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Tyrese's erection, her mind struggling to process the sheer size of it.

Tyrese's hands gripped Bianca's hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he guided her towards the bed. She stumbled slightly, her legs feeling weak as she felt the weight of his body pressing against hers. With a gentle push, Tyrese **** her to sit down on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes

As Tyrese's pants fell to the floor, Bianca's eyes were drawn to the sight of his cock, bobbing gently in front of her face. It seemed to pulse with a life of its own, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum that caught the dim light of the room. Without thinking, Bianca's hands rose to the base of his shaft, her fingers wrapping around it with a tentative touch. Tyrese's eyes flashed with approval as he reached out to guide her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer.

Bianca's lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock before she took it into her mouth.

As Bianca's lips wrapped around Tyrese's cock, he let out a low, husky groan, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her head in a slow, rhythmic motion. Bianca's tongue danced along the length of his shaft, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Tyrese's hips began to move, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth.

Without warning, Tyrese's hands dropped to Bianca's hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. He pulled them down and let them fall off her legs as she sat on the bed.

Tyrese groaned as Bianca's mouth enveloped his cock, his hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. He guided her head back and forth, his hips moving in time with her movements. "That's a good hoe," he said, his voice low and husky. "Get it nice and wet for your pussy."

Bianca's mind reeled as she heard his words, her body responding instinctively to the crude commands. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his shaft, tasting every inch of him. She could feel his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper into her mouth.

"Scoot up the bed," Tyrese said, his voice low and commanding. "I'm ready to feel that pussy wrapping around me again."

Bianca did as she was told, her body moving on autopilot as she crawled up the bed.

As Bianca scooted up the bed, her mind racing with the events that had led her to this point, she reminded herself that this was all just a means to an end. This wasn't because she wanted to do it, but because she had to. She had to keep Tyrese quiet, had to keep him from revealing her secret to Robert. The thought of Robert's face, contorted in anger and hurt, flashed through her mind, and she felt a pang of guilt. But it was too late now, she was in too deep.

Tyrese's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched her move, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths.

Tyrese's eyes never left Bianca's face as he climbed onto the bed, his movements deliberate and calculated. The bed groaned beneath his weight, the sound echoing through the room like a sigh of resignation. Bianca's heart skipped a beat as Tyrese's knees settled on either side of her hips, his thighs trapping her beneath him. She felt a surge of fear mixed with anticipation as he leaned forward, his chest brushing against hers.

Tyrese's breath danced across Bianca's skin, sending shivers down her spine as he whispered, "You're going to make me feel so good, aren't you?" His words were laced with a sinister intent, and Bianca's mind recoiled in horror.

Bianca's eyes locked onto Tyrese's, her pupils dilating as she felt his warm breath caress her skin. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat, refusing to budge. Tyrese's gaze seemed to bore into her very soul, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and malice. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're going to make me feel so good, aren't you hoe?" he whispered again, his voice low and husky. Bianca's heart skipped a beat as she felt his chest press against hers, his nipples hardening against her skin.