Stolen Moments

Elizabeth found the most frustrating thing about Jamaal's ascendance to professional basketball was scheduling time for 'them'. Between practice, and game day, and rehab, and recovery, and gameday, and travel, and his agent, and endorsements, and philanthropy ... there was precious little time for them, and that was mostly dictated by family time with the kids.

So here she was in the backseat of her G Wagon, bouncing up and down on Jamaal's cock, stealing some precious moments from the league and the team for herself. She grunted, her hips rocking up and down his swollen black fuckmeat, skillfully taking him to the balls each time.

"Fuck ... babygirl ... fuck ..." he grunted. His phone was going off incessantly. Elizabeth growled, riding him harder, finally milking a sizeable nut out of him. She collapsed against them, both their bodies gleaming in sweat.

"Fuck ... I needed that ... but -- "

"Yeah, yeah. You gotta get back to it," Elizabeth said, a sour aftertaste forming in her mouth.