The car kept moving down the long highway. The music was loud, filling the small space with heavy bass and drums. Gius was focused on the road, humming along. But in the back seat, the air was thick and hot.
Armman looked up at Nelly. "Sit up a little," he whispered. Nelly felt a shiver go down her back. She shifted her weight, lifting herself off his lap just a few inches. She heard the metal click of a buckle. Then, the sound of leather sliding through belt loops. Her heart started to hammer against her ribs.
"What are you doing?" she gasped. She stayed in a semi-squat, her knees shaking as she balanced mid-air.
Armman didn't answer with words. He unzipped his fly. With a slow, deliberate motion, he freed his c**k. It sprang out, thick and heavy, pulsing in the dim light of the back s
