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We were sitting on the highway on the car ride home from dinner, while I sat on my phone scrolling through, however I could feel you constantly looking over at me. It felt as if your eyes were burning into the side of me.
“Yes?” I question you without looking up from my phone.
“Just checking…” You begin.
I stop scrolling, put my phone in my lap and adjust on the seat bringing my leg up and turning to you as you drive.
“What got into you tonight?” you smirked as you turned back to the highway. You reach over to my exposed thigh and squeeze it as you run your hand upwards. I shiver in reaction as your hand continues to trek up into the thigh fold and into my inner thigh as I gasp out of response. Your hand moves slowly underneath my flowy dress shorts and towards my mound as it lightly grazes over my lace covered clit.
I immediately grab your hand with both of mine, “Stop honey, stop.” I state trying to control and regulate my breathing.
I look up at you as you smirk, “That’s not what you did when I questioned you tonight at dinner, baby girl.”
“Oh, you mean like this?” I aggressively pushed your hand away as I reached over to the front of your dress pants and massaged your cock through the fabric as you tried hard to concentrate on the road ahead.
“Babe” you gasp and adjust yourself in the driver’s seat as I undo your zipper, button and lift the buckle of your belt. I feel you twitch under my touch as I continue to massage you over the material. I feel you slightly harden with my touch. Your body relaxes under my hands, and you lose concentration for a slight second as the car drifts to the next lane, only for you to immediately realise and jerk the car back to our lane.
“Babe, you’re making this dangerous…” you say as we laugh at the realisation of what just happened. You turn to me as I poke my tongue out playfully and seductively run my hand over my large boobs and sigh out. You heard and turned to me and watched me feel myself up in front of you.
“The naughty girl has to wait.”
NSFW: yes
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