She raised her head, gasping with the aftermath of her c****x, face burning in shame.
Owen! What in the wide green world made me think about him? His form still hung in her mind's eye, lean and strong, with a hard c**k standing, straining before him. She itched to curl her hands around it, to feel the hot flow of blood pulsing through it, to take it within her, to make love to it until it spurted his seed deep inside her welcoming body.
No!
Hands shaking, she leaned over and pulled a wad of napkins out of the glove compartment. She cleaned her hands with rough, impatient swipes, then dabbed gingerly at the junction of her thighs, removing the evidence of her arousal. She pulled her shorts and panties back up, grimacing as her sodden underwear, clammy with her secretions, clung damply to
