The engine of the black couple raved as Riley drove through the streets with her muscled hands firmly on the steering wheel. Gezza sat cowering in the rear seat. The Playbook was blazing his backpack, and its runes were pulsing flaming blood, and the sound is tingling in his bones. With an ugly voice it hissed, Bind her wholly. Pour the lust.
His cock fluttered more Gezza, the triumph in the humiliation of Mike in the gym lot still tingling in his veins, but here the emptiness stayed cold, its inky limbs waving out at the rearview mirror, its smoky script whispering his name.
The eyes of Riley, bright purple and glittering with the illusion of the Playbook, flicked at him. The passion he had infused in her in the locker room entangled her and her hands rubbed against his thighs as she drove, invasive, immense.
"Where to?" she questioned, her voice full with passion, the spell of Playbook turning her true, devoted.
