Yes

The two conspirators decided that the best chance to leave was the night the gang would spend in Memphis. It was the last night before the bus reached Nashville. Before they could get away Trevor and Nina had to take care of some things. Nina sifted through Taylor’s phone to erase all evidence of her being on this bus. Tre did the same with Tyrone’s laptop where the gang leader kept all sex-videos with celebrities for later ****. He guessed Tyrone’s password – ‘BiggestBlackDick’ – on the third try with some amusement. He copied anything embarrassing on Nina on his phone and then deleted it permanently.

When everybody, with the exception of few who stayed to guard/**** Holland, headed off to a nearby hotel paid for by Taylor’s platinum card, made it like they were heading straight to Tre’s room. For authenticity his hand shoved down the back of her shorts, grabbing a handful of her butt-cheek, while his tongue was licking her tonsils. Tyrone ignored the protest of some of the man that Tre was hogging Nina. He was going to spend the night plowing Taylor’s ever tight and ever cock-hungry holes and didn’t care how the others found somebody to fuck tonight.

Once away from the others Tre and Nina snick out the hotel’s back entrance. They got a cab and headed to the airport. They spend the ride with their hands all over each other. Tre enjoyed the supple softness of her braless tits in his hands, while Nina’s hands couldn’t let go of Tre’s throbbing black python. Only the cabbie’s presence seemed to stop them from tearing each other’s clothes off.
After they arrived Nina paid the cab with her card and walked off to the airport. Tre followed her, his eyes never leaving her perfect swaying butt cheeks.