Have him drop you off.

You shoot Alex a sidelong glance, his eyes still fixed on your tight body as he places his hand on your meaty thighs. You can feel his fingers gently squeezing your legs, working their way up closer to your crotch. You try to subtly shift your position, attempting to dislodge his hand without making it too obvious. As you do, you glance over at Alex, meeting his gaze with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"Alex, come on," you say, trying to sound lighthearted despite the growing warmth between your legs. "I'm pretty beat from today. I just want to get home and shower, and I don't think I can handle your... enthusiasm tonight." You raise an eyebrow, hoping to convey the message without having to spell it out.

Alex's eyes linger on yours for a moment, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and frustration. "Yeah yeah, I get it..." He sighs and withdraws his hand from your thigh. You feel a pang of guilt, but you know you can't let him stay over tonight.

As Alex's hand retreats from your thigh, you feel a subtle shift in the air, a momentary lapse in the tension that had been building between you. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in your chest, and focus on the road ahead. Before long, he's pulling up to your house.

As Alex pulls up to your house, you feel a welcomed relief wash over you. You're glad to be back home, but as Alex puts the car in park, you suddenly remember what happened at the mall earlier. Intrusive thoughts of that ugly black man fucking you make you squirm in your seat with arousal for some reason. You can't shake the memory of his deep voice, his sweaty hands on your skin, his girth as it filled you up till his balls smacked your clit. You can still hear the wet 'pop' of his cock as he pulled it out of your pussy after cumming deep inside you. And the way he just did all of that to you so confidently, like he owned you, makes your face flush with a mix of shame and desire.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to push the thoughts away, but they linger, making your skin prickle with a mix of shame and desire. Alex looks over at you, concern etched on his face. "Hey, you okay? You look a little... distracted." He reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away, not wanting him to notice the goosebumps on your skin.

You try to push the thoughts away, but they linger, making your skin feel hot and sensitive. You can feel your nipples hardening beneath your sports bra, and your pussy starts to throb with a dull ache. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to adjust your position without drawing attention to yourself.

Alex looks over at you, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, did you hear me?" he asks, his voice low and concerned.

You **** a laugh, trying to play it off. "Yeah, I'm fine," you say, waving your hand dismissively. "Just tired... plus I really need to shower, you know?" Alex gives you a look of annoyance, remembering you let an ugly black guy cum inside you earlier today but not him. After thinking on it for a second, he replies, "Yeah, I guess you do need a shower. You still got that fuckin' old dude's cum inside you, don't you?" He says it with a mix of disgust and fascination, his eyes drifting down to your crotch.

You feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you nod, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I guess I do," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. Alex's gaze lingers on your body, and you can tell he's thinking about the security guard and what he did to you. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feeling a twinge of embarrassment and arousal for making Alex feel so jealous.

As you step out of the car, the cool evening air hits you, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass. You breathe it in deeply, trying to clear your head. Alex follows you out, his eyes scanning the neighborhood before settling on you.

"Hey, wait up," he says, his tone a little softer than before. "I'm sorry if I was being a dick earlier. I just... I don't know, you're just really hot, okay?" He looks at you with a sheepish grin, and you can't help but laugh.

"It's okay, Alex," you say, smiling back at him. "thanks for the ride. I'll call you tomorrow." With that, you turn around and walk up to your house, your tight white ass bouncing with each step.