Their fingertips touched in an act of intimacy. They kissed softly and fondled each other. Their kisses grew more passionate and more compelling then to a fever pitch. It was time for them to enjoy each other.
Cash was on his back, and Pearla straddled him slowly, feeling her pussy penetrated with his hardness. He gripped her hips and pushed upwards into her. She fucked him back, giving him pussy like he’d never dreamt possible.
“Ugh! Aaaah! Aaaah!” they both moaned in unison.
The sweat on Cash’s body glistened, and his smooth brown skin rippled with muscles as he fucked her harder and deeper. His ass flexed as he drove his dick in her deeper, making her moan.
The two lovers put on a performance for the unwanted company gazing into their windows. The men outside were witnessing two beautiful black lovers in a passionate moment.
Cash was like a machine, fucking Pearla intensely and with skill, and she was moaning seductively. Their body movements were like a dance. Cash pumped and pumped some more, his steely erection coated in Pearla’s juices. He was ready to empty himself physically and emotionally into his woman.
Suddenly, the romantic scene changed drastically when two masked men appeared in their home with automatic weapons. Cash and Pearla were so rooted into each other, they were caught slipping.
The last thing the couple heard before everything got fuzzy was, “This is payback, bitches!”
Then the gunfire followed. Bak! Bak! Bak! Bak! Bak! Bak!
There was a long moment of silence.
And then, gasping . . . and again, silence.
Pearla was frozen. All she saw were names swimming around in her head: Roark, Chica, Perez, Petey Jay, Poochie and Momma Jones.
Cash wasn’t as quiet. “What the fuck! Niggas tried to body us,” he yelled, staring at the two bodies that lay at his feet. “Who sent these niggas?”
“Wasn’t me.”
Luckily for Cash and Pearla, Ray-Ray had fucked up their house with Momma Jones and forgotten that he’d left his stash of heroin in his room. He came back to get it just as the two assailants were breaking in. Thinking quickly, he grabbed Cash’s burner off the kitchen table and made his way to their master bedroom just in the nick of time.
Pearla finally got up the courage to snatch the masks off their unrecognizable faces; disappointed that the perpetrators were strangers.
“Now what?” she asked no one in particular.
Both men shrugged.
“What you doing here?” Cash finally asked.
“I’m not.” Ray-Ray wasn’t trying to get locked up for a double homicide.
Pearla and Cash agreed. They didn’t want to be there either.
Ray-Ray grabbed his heroin, but before he left he gave them some words of wisdom. “Whoever wanted y’all dead is still out there. Watch your backs.” He took two steps forward and warned, “And get rid of those dead bodies.”
With two dead men in their bedroom, some unknown figure gunning for them, and limited funds, Pearla and Cash felt their house of cards crumbling all around them and it was going to take a miracle to rebuild.
As the two lovers wrapped each body in plastic garbage bags for transport they discussed their future.
Cash stopped and looked around at what it had come to. “If we get away with this, how do we survive?”
Pearla didn’t miss a beat. “We hustle.”
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