William slides his hand up my middle and grabs my neck gently. “Lisa—” He notices something moving and mutters an expletive. He yanks the coat back over me and zips it up as I'm still trying to figure things out, still on the verge of an orgasmic c****x. He picks me up and places me next to him on his c**k.
At the sight of what lies beyond the glass, I stop in my tracks. The driver-side dented automobile is one I'm familiar with. Jeremy owns the vehicle.
As soon as I sit down, I collapse face-first into the seat. My eyes are drawn to William's. "Not in this way. Please.” No way, not with a plug in my arse and my thighs still damp from riding his c**k. I have no problem with Jeremy finding us, but I'd rather not have to explain why we're acting like adolescents in a parking lot. It doesn’
