She’d been close to orgasm six times today before he’d backed off and let her come down. She wished he’d just let her come. They were silent until they hit the road out of town that would lead them to the cabin. “Why don’t you pull your skirt up and slip your panties off?” Mischa licked her lips and looked at him. The remote was out and in his hand. It would be guiding her while his other hand guided the car. She lifted her hips off the seat and shimmied her panties down over her thighs and off her ankles, leaving them on the floor. Then she slowly lifted her dress until her pussy was in clear view. The folds were flushed and swollen, damp with her juices. “Open your legs a little more for me,” he crooned and she shifted them wider. She reached over to the side and eased the seat down into a reclined position. She lifted the skirt of her dress a little higher and spread her thighs more. The flutter started. She moaned and wiggled her hips on the seat. She was so primed and ready to go.
