I look over her with a smile, asking her if she left home in a hurry.
“What do you mean?” she replies.
“Well, it looks like you might have forgotten to dress completely,” I state.
Saskia smiles, withdraws her hand from my crutch and hitches up her skirt. A hand disappears then a couple of seconds later she presents her sticky fingers to me, holding them at eye level. I can smell her sweet juice and lean forward to taste. At that point, she slides her fingers into her own mouth, licking them clean, and chiding me for not sharing earlier.
I look forward, trying to work out whether the chauffeur has seen our game in the rear-view mirror. I make eye contact with him and guess he’s been watching. He looks away quickly and focusses on the road ahead as Saskia puts her hand back on my cock and rubs it through my trousers.