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Fuck Me While You Drive
I’m going to do something terrible
My pussy buzzes with my need to have him. There were moments I wanted to kiss him, ravage him, possess him while we nonchalantly bowled together. Instead, I tried to put distance between us. I’d pop my hip and arch my back while I looked at him. He’d raise his eyebrow and flick his tongue back at me. Like he was eating me out on my king sized mattress.
The cool air freezes my overheated skin. I slide into the leather seats of his car. It still has that new car smell that clings to the fabric. I breathe in his scent faintly clinging to its interior. It only revs me up more. His friends pass us to pick something up. When he reenters the car we wave back at them.
I decide to keep my illicit activity planned for when they leave. When their cars vanish from sight I take his hand. He puts the car in gear for us to drive. The wheels roll forward and I unbutton my shorts.
His eyes are on the road. It’s hard to distract him while he’s driving and I don’t want that. What I do want is for him to feel the wetness accumulating in between my thighs. The hot monsoon beneath the folds of desiring him. How much I want him and how he needs to rush back to my place without getting caught by the cops.
