His eyes close under her touch, that grind against his cock that's aching for attention. It's so fleeting, that pressure, but it's there and he can't help anicipating it, feeling the tip of his prick moisten as it rubs the fabric of his shorts.
A moment or two more and he frees two buttons at the top of the dress - his shirt - and pulls it to one side. She's not exposed to the guys behind her and he'll make sure it stays that way; she's not a whore to be shared around. He just needs that nipple in his mouth as they drive, that soft breast against his mouth, that hard nub between his lips. He wants to make her moan for him, before this night is out he wants to hear her scream. The shit of the last few hours is disappearing completely because it can't contend with this.
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Date: 2010-03-09 09:11 pm (UTC)A moment or two more and he frees two buttons at the top of the dress - his shirt - and pulls it to one side. She's not exposed to the guys behind her and he'll make sure it stays that way; she's not a whore to be shared around. He just needs that nipple in his mouth as they drive, that soft breast against his mouth, that hard nub between his lips. He wants to make her moan for him, before this night is out he wants to hear her scream. The shit of the last few hours is disappearing completely because it can't contend with this.