When it started I just wanted to tease him a little as payback for buying me an outfit I couldn’t even wear into a Hooters. And now? I’m right on the edge of orgasm, watching him stroke his incredible cock and telling him to fuck me. Oops. “I want you fast and hard,” I half-whisper. “Right here in the car.” Also, I can’t seem to stop talking dirty, like he’s turned on some faucet of pure filth inside my brain. I have no idea what’s happened. The dirtiest I’ve ever talked before was the time I shouted “Yes!” when I came with my ex, and I think it kind of scared him. “Come,” he says. No, he commands. “Make me,” I say. “Once we’re to safety, tiger, I am going to tear those tiny shorts off of you and lick you until you scream,” he says. I moan, remembering his tongue on me the night before.
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