"Bye!"
With a goodbye wave from Carolina, Miles got inside the car. Aaliyah stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating past the automatic gates and leaving the Armon mansion behind.
During the drive, neither Miles nor Aaliyah exchanged words, as if they had both agreed not to talk or think about it. Or at least, that was what Miles thought, while Aaliyah secretly mulled over how she had given herself to Miles like a subservient bitch. The scene of him pounding her with such force that her insides shook and her hip joints cracked replayed in her mind, making her sore, aching pussy moisten as she instinctively tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
Subtly controlling her breathing, her thoughts delved deeper.
'But… he's just a high school kid. How? At least on the surface, the way he acts and his thing. His thing.'
Her thoughts slowed, repeating the term 'his thing' in a doubtful, surreal tone.
