The ride home is torture.
I’m in the back seat, thighs pressed tight together, feeling Moses’s c*m slowly seeping out of me, while his wife, my mom, sits next to him.
Each bump in the road sends more of the seed sliding down my skin. I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning.
We agreed that Moses would return in the morning for my car and his, so here he is, driving.
He looks so f*****g composed at the driver's seat like he didn’t just f**k me raw on the hood of my car while his wife's car approaches.
I keep my eyes on his while mom chatters.
How she doesn't notice that he's hard is beyond me.
His c**k is too big to be hidden, I can see the bulge of him straining against his overalls even in the dimly lit space.
I want to crawl into his lap right now, maybe that will open mom's ey
