I try commanding myself to focus, to stay away from that tempting edge, but when she adds two twisting hands to the mix, I feel my resolve crumbling.
It’s the sounds in her throat that do the most for me. The soft glurks of her efforts that make it impossible for my brain to focus on anything other than the absolute s*x goddess sucking my soul through my p***s at seventy-five miles per hour.
I’m close.
I am so f*****g close to bathing her beautiful throat with my seed.
So I pull us the f**k over and turn the car off.
Clara slurps her mouth off my shaft once more and looks around. “You okay? What’s wrong?”
I don’t answer her. I don’t think I have words to work with right now. I just throw my seat back, grab my vixen by her waist, and yank her over the console onto my lap.
She doesn’t
