Page 440 of S is for SEX

He downshifted.

I sucked.

“God damn you, Kelli.”

I sucked.

He downshifted.

He downshifted.

I rose up off of his cock.

“Jesus, what the fuck. You still speaking English? And what happened to asking for permission to cum?” he asked.

I looked up at him, confused, and moved back to my seat.

“No time,” I responded, “lives were at stake.”

He slowed down to the speed limit and set the speed control. I sat in my seat, naked, and buckled the seat belt.

I turned and stared at him. After a while, he turned and looked back at me. When he did, I kicked my feet onto the dash. I looked ahead. Minimal Kansas highway traffic. We were out of town now, in the country. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and started fingering myself.

I closed my eyes.

My legs spread wide, I slid my fingers in and out of my wet pussy as fast as I could. I pressed my palm against my clit, and held it there, pressing hard.

“Oh my fucking God, Erik, I’m going to…”

“Cum…”

I fingered as fast as I could.

“Fuck yes.” I screamed.

“Fuck Yes.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeeeeesssssss!” I screamed, and started again as fast as I could move my hand.

He down shifted.

“Fuck…Oh…my…”

He downshifted twice.

“God.”

He downshifted.

I’m…going…to…”

He downshifted. I felt the car turn left, and the unmistakable rumble of a rural Kansas gravel road.

“Cum.” I sighed.

I felt the car roll to a stop. I opened my eyes as he unbuckled his belt.

And then he turned off the key.

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