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[Part 1]

“You ready, sugar?”

I sat myself down on the passenger seat, fries, nuggets, and drinks on hand as I made myself comfortable on the leather cushion supporting me. I looked over at you, sights grazing through your entire figure as you strapped yourself in. I haven’t told you this yet, but your striped shirt looks good on you, paired with your cute glasses and a short ponytail that exposes your delicate neck.

It was nice seeing your hair tied like this despite the length. Makes it easy for me to hold on to and keep your hair off your face when y-

“You okay?” I snapped out from my thoughts after hearing you voice your concern. Of course I am not okay, but today, I had to lie. I am sorry.

“Y-yeah.. I’m good. I was just thinking how we’d be able to finish all this food while you’re driving.”

I placed the drinks on the cupholder as I took a nugget to your lips.

“Not the best snack for the body, but it sure as hell is the best one on the road.”

You let out that sweet giggle of yours that probably sent me two tiers lower down the gutter as you started the engine before hitting the road.

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Hell, I couldn’t concentrate on my meal. I kept glancing at you, using the food to feed you with as an excuse for me to steal a gaze at your cute skirt, and most especially at your soft thighs that nestled comfortably against that leather seat.

How I wish that should have been my face instead. How I wish.

Then again, is this really the right time for me to think about such things? If you were to get wind of my thoughts, for sure I will never hear the end of it.

But if I were to initiate…

“…”

I took a nice, long sip off my hot tea as I intently stared at your thighs once more.

“… are you sure you’re okay?”

I’m sorry, I had to ignore that question. By the time you’d ask for the third time, I would have already shown you my answer..

… and answer, I did.

Reaching out, hand still warm from holding the hot tea, I caressed your inner thighs, letting my palm cover as much skin as it could as I rubbed it to and fro, gently allowing the tip of my pinky to teasingly touch your crotch.

I didn’t wait for another word to be muttered as I pulled your skirt up to gently expose your delicate, seamless knickers. Maybe you did mutter something. Maybe you whined in protest as to how dangerous this was, with you already moistening the soft fabric at the touch of my fingers circling around your clit. Either way, whatever was said fell on deaf ears as I sank myself down the seat, using my free hand to gently caress the tent that had already formed on my pants.

Maybe this will get us into trouble.

But then again, maybe this could also turn out to be a very fun game.

“Hey sugar.. How good are you at holding a poker face?”

“What?”

I didn’t wait for a proper answer as I gently squeezed your clit between the length of my two fingers, allowing the tip to ever so slightly rub along the sides of your entrance as well. I could feel the warmth from your wetness on my skin and to be honest, I felt like I could not hold myself back just from that.

That being said, my free hand by then has already made its way inside my jogging pants, holding my cock and freeing it from its cashmere restraints. The cool air from the air conditioner did not help melt this popsicle at all and in fact has done quite the opposite.

“I want you to keep driving, love.” I told you in a lustful sigh as I began to stroke my member, keeping my own movements in sync with my fingers on your clothed folds: up and down, side to side, gently rubbing my fingers in circles while having your clit pressed in between them. Oh how I want to taste you so badly, the muskiness of your scent already sending me near the edge.

The expressway did not have many stoplights in them as expected and for each bump on the road, I would inch my fingers in – slowly trailing them inside your underwear until I have full access to your bare mound.

“You’re so fucking wet, I love it..” I said in between breaths as I continued to stroke myself, teasing a finger inside you as the tires rolled through another bump on the road. I didn’t even wait for the stoplight to turn red as we approached it and just pulled your panties down.

I took another sip of my hot tea. Why? Well..

Leaning over and down to access your beautiful wet lips, I lapped your wetness with my tongue, with it sufficiently having been warmed by the tea I just had. You liked it warm, and warm you shall have it.

“You taste so good, my love.” I sighed, allowing my heated breath to graze your lips before letting my tongue play loving circles around the hood of your clit. If there were another pair of lips I would love to make out with besides the one on your face, then that would be the ones in between your legs.

Sucked the clit, sucked the lips.. Lapped the entrance of your pussy with the tip of my tongue, kissed you there… Fuck how I love eating you out so passionately, and I love how you moaned when I circled my tongue around your clit as I gently sucked it.

I felt the hardness of my member begging for a sweet release as I jerked myself, thanking you in wondered for having the car windows tinted for convenience. It was really a sight to behold should one stare at us through the glass. How it would be nice to have us parked in one spot concealed by dense trees and shrubs.. Having you on top of me at the back seat as you bounced on my dick. Oh, how I would love to suckle on your beautiful nipples as you grind against me, letting you take all of my length as you moan my name. How nice it would be to have you leaning back, my hand on your throat to keep you still as I pound my way in and out of you at an angle, hitting that sweet and ridged spot of yours that would eventually ball up and swell as you prepare for a squirting release. I have it all planned in my head but first..

The stoplight turned green.

“Honey, can you take a turn on the right after the second stoplight? I’d like to to have a word with you there at our favorite spot in private before we actually go to the resort. “

I looked at you mischievously with my tongue still on your lips, catching you stare back at me with those knowing, lustful eyes.

“Eyes on the road, babe.”

NSFW: yes

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