Page 194 of S is for SEX

“Can you stand?” he asked as he pulled up his jeans, forced his half stiff cock inside, and buckled his belt.

“Doubt it,” I moaned.

“I’ll grab your shorts and little wallet,” he said flatly.

As he opened the door to the car, I heard a voice from my right side.

“What the fuck are you doing on the trunk of my car?” a deep voice hollered from the front porch of the house.

I immediately stood straight up. As I heard the car door close, Axton screamed. “Come on. Hurry the fuck up.”

As Axton passed me, in a full on dead run toward the corner, I turned and began running toward him, naked from the waist down except my Chuck’s. My legs and hips on fire, and cum falling from my sopping wet pussy, I slowly began to catch up. As we ran, we both began to laugh heavily.

As our laughter filled the night air, I knew one thing for sure.

Being with Axton would never produce a day of boredom.

Not a single one.

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