Chapter 2
“Harder, Mr. Johnson, f**k my p***y with your fingers like you own it," I moaned, my voice breaking as another finger joined the others, three now stretching me wide.
My juices coated his hand, running down his wrist, and I felt my orgasm creeping closer, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he pumped his fingers faster, curling them to rub my g-spot relentlessly.
"You are such a tight little cunt, Kira. Dripping all over my hand like a good girl. Look at the driver, he cannot take his eyes off you getting finger f****d. Bet he wishes he could pull over and join in, but this p***y is mine tonight."
I turned my head, locking eyes with the driver in the mirror, his was face flushed and his hand subtly moving in his lap.
The sham
