Rashida and Hank to his bedroom

Rashida caressed Hank's cheek with one hand and gave his crotch a good squeeze with the other every few breaths, while Hank stroked her curly hair and fondled her ass as they made out furiously against the door.

"Hank, let's take this to your bed," Rashida said, "Now." Her breaths came fast and deep.

"Stairs across the living room. Left. Turn left. Last door straight ahead," Hank said.

"Race you!" Rashida said.

She laughed as she ran up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time in her white sandals, her linen sundress rippling around her legs, her gold bracelets glittering.

Hank was hot on her tail, but Rashida was faster. Her white sandals flashed at the bottom of her long legs.

Rashida opened the door to Hank and Veevee's bedroom and stopped on the threshold, laughing out loud.

"Rashida?" Hank said when he caught up.

She pointed across the bedroom.