The sleek black Mercedes G60 pulled up to LeBron's sprawling mansion just as the first hints of dawn crept over the sky. Amelia did not need a soothsayer to know the house belonged to her new owner.
It was past 6 a.m., everywhere was still hushed in the early morning quiet.
Amelia sat in the passenger seat, her naked body slumped against the leather, c*m drying in sticky trails across her skin with her thighs crusted and marinating, breasts dotted with remnants of the night's excesses, her p***y still tender and leaking from the relentless tag-team in the club.
LeBron had wrapped a blanket around her for the drive, but now, as he killed the engine, he peeled it away, exposing her fully. 'No hiding that beautiful mess, my sweetheart; you are here now. You're mine to show off,' he murmure
