"Well, maybe Nike will help me with that..." she replied as the other Dora Milaje came up behind her. While T'Challa watched, Nike came up behind the ...hapely woman and slowly slid the sole shoulder strap of her tunic from her shoulder, sensually touching Okaya's skin as she did so. Okaya closed her eyes as Nike's hands lowered the yellow garment from her ripe breasts, revealing them to T'Challa's gaze. Fingers danced across the smooth skin until they touched hard nipples, teasing them, stroking. Tyrone tossed his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath a boot then fell into step next to Craig as they walked toward the dumpster. At six feet four inches tall compared to Craig's five feet seven inches, he looked down at the top of the white man's bald head as he said, "I don't know why you don't just say you're going out and leave it at that. I thought you white guys were supposed to be king of the castle."Craig made a scoffing sound. "Doesn't always work with a strong white woman.. Her legs were twitching at this point and her stockings were starting to have an effect on me as they rubbed against my shoulder and upper back. Stockings were not usually my thing but this was getting me even more worked up. I pushed my tongue hard, feeling her lips, then brought my teeth together, playfully biting her clit and resulting in a scream at the top of Jenn’s lungs. “You little bastard. You better stop teasing me and start fucking me right this very minute! Take these fucking. As anxious as I was to start, I wanted to take my time and make this a special memory for both of us. I stroked her hair gently as we kissed. I ran my fingers lightly down her bare back, savoring every inch. I moved to kissing her neck lightly as I tried to gently slide the dress off her shoulder to expose her breast. I say tried because I was more clumsy than it sounds. I wasn’t exactly the smooth, experienced lover that I wanted to image myself. My kisses flowed the dress off her shoulder and.