He did not write the ticket.
He f****d me again with Julian’s text still lighting the floor mat.
Vance pulled out just long enough to watch his c*m leak out of me onto the passenger seat, then shoved back in while I was still open and twitching. The second stroke was meaner. No speech. His hand on my throat, not to hurt, to hold my face where he could see it. I locked my legs around his hips and took it. The car smelled like s*x and leather and the night I had meant to drive until I went quiet.
“Again,” I said, because he had told me to say it.
He gave it to me. Deep, grinding thrusts that knocked my head against the door panel. My t**s had come out of the dress somewhere between the first orgasm and this one. He sucked one, bit the other, and kept his c**k buried so I could feel how m
