He’s gonna kill us one of these days
I’m doing 85, blowing past the Interstate and he opens the zip of his jeans.
No panties. Again.
His fingers stroke the hard shaft.
His scent fills the car.
And the fingers slick and shining, glazed with his precum
He slips them into my mouth
“Pull over. I’m not asking; I’ll telling you. Pull over.”
3 comments:
wish I had such a naughty guy on the passenger seat
mmmh what a ride
wow you created a beautiful picture with these words
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