
… in the car as you’re driving bc we’re at your place, you out showing me around. And I see your cock slither out of those slutty cutoffs. And yea, maybe I had something to do with it, reaching over n rubbing the denim bulge, squeezing it. Which I do now in the flesh, in the midst of traffic. Feeling you, fondling you. Till I can take it anymore and my face dives to your k look I lap, mouth engulfing your cock. The trucker in the lane beside us at the stop light, grins wildly looking down, one hand at his cock the other tooting his horn. We are engulfed in the moment, you and I, no others in the world. And you fill my mouth with your seed. Just as the light turns green…