He lets go, literally and then figuratively...

Ken released her hips and her own bodyweight **** her down all the way onto his cock, filling her completely and drawing a gasp from the black bombshell who was astride him and a moan from him. Partly the moan was aimed at Ivory’s shaky self-esteem, but mostly it was because Ebony felt damn good on his cock, her tits felt fantastic pressed against his chest and her lips felt unbelievable on his.

She rode him quickly and passionately, trying more to get him off than to get herself off as she squeezed down on his cock and carefully avoided grinding her clit against him. Though cumming would have helped drag Ivory into their little…it was too early to call it a relationship, but far too little to call it a friendship…Ebony wanted to get him off, to repay him for the orgasms he’d given to her, for the orgasms he’d ripped from her quivering body and her shocked, but aroused mind. She squeezed down hard on his cock, using every trick she’d learned from a (fairly short, but very…thorough) lifetime of fucking to get him off. Moans and filthy words spat from her lips and her hands pulled his to her tits (after slipping her fantastic breasts from the bra that barely covered them), forcing him to grope her, before pulling one to her ass and begging him to spank her naughty ass.

Ken, with one eye on Ivory, one eye on his future plans for Ebony and his cock deep inside her cunt was far too distracted to come up with a cogent plan besides ‘Enjoy The Ride’ and ‘Spank that Ass’ both of which he did. Her ass jiggled in a very nice way under his hand and she groaned at his every touch, partly to get him off faster, partly because his every touch set her skin afire.

Ken pulled her to him, silencing her with a powerful kiss as she rode him quickly. A powerful slap on her round ass drew a loud moan directly into his mouth, before his hands slipped around, between them, over her soft stomach, down to the nub of her clit as he felt himself cumming. With one hand on her belly, he could feel his cum shooting up into her, from the outside as well as the inside (or at least he thought he could) he laughed at his own romanticism, then laughed at the notion that he was a romantic as a beautiful and busty black woman rode him to orgasm as her blonde bombshell bitterly watched them and they gave an eyeful to anyone who happened to drive by. The feel of his cum shooting up into her again wasn’t enough to make her cum, not after the series of powerful orgasms they’d already shared, but Ken wasn’t about to surrender any of his perilously gained edge (regardless of the question of how much her ‘debt’ actually had to do with her behavior).

Ebony frowned down at him, until she felt the hand tweaking her clit, another teasing her nipples, as his lips pressed against hers, then moved up, brushing against every inch of her face and neck, they were feather soft, even though other parts of him were still rock hard and still moving, quite pleasantly inside her.

With him taken care of and Ivory suitably baited, Ebony was all too happy to ride out her own orgasm atop his slowly softening cock and under his teasing hands and soft lips. The fact that she could feel Ivory’s jealous eyes on the smooth skin of her back, marred only by the strap of the violet bra that was doubling as her top, didn’t hurt her efforts to cum. Hell, her frenemy’s stare got her off almost as much as Ken’s hands (though not nearly as much as his other bits).

They’d spent the entire trip absorbed in enjoying each other (and teasing the driver), so much so that they were actually a bit surprised when Ivory announced that they’d arrived.

“Already?” Ken asked, irritation escaping his control as he was **** to abandon his efforts to extend Ebony’s orgasm.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Ebony replied, forcing her tits back into their bra.

“I’ll say,” Ken kissed her lightly, before Ebony slipped off him, grabbing panties off the floor and sliding them over her long, sleek legs, to hold his cum inside her.

“You don’t mind, do you love?” she asked Ivory after her frenemy’s panties were already hidden (sorta) under the leather miniskirt.

“Nah,” Ivory said, though her tone said something altogether different.

“Why’re your panties on the floor of your car?” Ken asked.

“Hey, you aren’t the only folks to get lucky back there,” Ivory said indignantly, trying to be simultaneously angry and seductive.

“Right,” Ken replied, carefully treating the beautiful woman as a completely asexual being, before glancing out the window, to see where she’d taken them…