When Chad read this story, he begged to come over! 🙂 but did he?


The only sound was his harsh breathing. It echoed in the space of his truck. The interior light barely allowed him to see what she was doing, but he didnt need to see. He could feel. And she was teasing him. The bitch.

The passenger seat had been flung back as it could, he grimaced when his knees hit the dashboard. The temporary pain was replaced only by the scrape of her nails on the bulge of his jeans. The click of her short nails on his zipper, then the rasp of his zipper being tugged down sounded loud in his ears.

He glanced down, “Hurry up” he groaned.

She scowled at him, “watch your mouth.” she stroked him slowly, he groaned. Watching his cock push at his jeans, made her smile. “You ignore me, then you expect me to do whatever you want.” she sighed, as the head of…

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