“I’m fucking with you, dumbass. Anyway, he’s always babied me. I try not to take advantage of it too much.”
“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest..?”
“Seriously. The knife-draw is a half-step back, to the right. The one I want is in the middle. It’ll probably go all the way through you..”
“So violent!”
“Are you gonna suck my pussy to make up for your shit-smelling flowers?”
“You want Taco Bell first?”
“Seriously?! Are you sure you’re not sleeping with Ver..”
“Helen..”
“Yeah. Let’s get drive-thru. You can finger me on the way. Maybe we’ll see if the kid at the cash register notices.”
“If it’s the same guy as last time, he will. You gave him quite the eye-full. He probably took a break to go rub one out after we left..”
“You’re adorable, egghead.”
“Not as adorable as your twat or your dirty, little mouth.”
“Asslicker.”
“Mmm. Maybe later..”
“Get your keys..”
“Got’em.”
“.. and your wallet.”
“Your chariot awaits, my love.”
As soon as we were in the truck, she pulled up her skirt.
I looked down at a naked pussy.
“How long..?” I started.
“All day. I’m a little horny. I’ll probably squirt all over the seat.”
“That’d be a first.”
“I’m really horny. Where’s that finger-fuck you promised me?”
I started the Ranger, backed out, put it in gear, licked my middle finger, and slid it in.
I could’ve skipped licking it.. obviously.
Sophie was sopping wet.
By the time we got to Taco Bell, she was leaning into me, biting my shoulder — and reaching under my arm to rub my crotch.
I made her stop long enough to communicate the orders to the person behind the speakerbox.
Sophie got impatient, peeled off the skirt, and climbed between me and the steering wheel, facing me.
I don’t know what it is with her and Taco Bell — but she turns into this exhibitionist — not that I’m complaining.
She had her hands & arms behind my back, tucked under/through my arms, hugging me tightly — face buried in the left side of my neck — so the cashier couldn’t see her eyes.
.. and I think she was giving me a hickey.
She was riding the fly of my blue jeans with her bared cunt.
The flustered guy at the pay-window was the same kid as last time.
He watched Sophie riding my hard-on for a couple seconds and I finally gave up on him telling me what the total was. I just handed him the card.
I kind of expected her to lose control — so I had already fished the card out of my wallet and transferred it to the pocket in my T-shirt before we got here.
I was definitely getting there!
Card and receipt back in the pocket, I pulled up to the food window.
The girl at the window winked at me and handed me a drink carrier.
I transferred it across my writhing girlfriend to the passenger seat.
“Geoffey..!”
“Hang on, Soph-”
The food bag came next — followed by the Nacho Bell Grande box.
From the sound of things, we were running out of time!
The food girl closed the sliding window — but stayed to watch the show, smiling.
I tucked my right arm behind Sophie, pulled her closer, and eased the truck into a spot near the exit.
As I leaned forward to put it in the Ranger in park, I shoved Sophie against the horn.
If we didn’t have everybody’s attention before, we had it now!
I wrapped Sophie’s face in my hands and pulled her up to look at me.
Her eyes were screwed shut.
“Hey, there, Beautiful. What ‘cha doin’?”
“Fuckkkk..”
I leaned my face into hers and kissed those lips.
I didn’t try to feed her any tongue, I just kissed her mouth, her lips, her chin, her cheeks..
I tilted her head back and nibbled her jaw-line — and then started sucking on the front of her neck.
We didn’t have a lot of room to maneuver but she was doing a pretty good job of dry-humping my dick through my jeans.
I could smell her juices flowing — and I knew my bulge was a slippery, slime-covered mess.
I found the lever for the seat and leaned us back a few degrees to give her more room to work.
Up to this point, she had been — sort of — just bouncing up and down on my dick-head.
Now, she was riding my bulge — sliding forwards and backwards.
Her clit must’ve really been getting some friction off of the front of my jeans because the moaning was really ramping up.
I kept holding her head in my hands and sucking on her neck.
I’m not sure whose hickey was going to be worse — but hers was going to be hard to hide.
Her moans were starting to turn into one long, low one — and then she tweaked her cunt into the head of my stiffy, bit her lip, and hugged me tightly.
I didn’t have to see her face to tell she was biting her lip.
I could feel it through her neck — and — that’s what she almost always does when she’s cumming.
One more pelvic thrust — and my lap was suddenly warm and damp.
I looked down between us.
We were going to need to visit a carwash!
“You hot, horny, little she-devil!” I said.
“I came so hard, Geoffrey! I think I overdid it. My pussy hurts!”
I pulled her lips to mine again.
“Hey, there, Beautiful. What ‘cha doin’?”
“Paying for poor life-choices. Scheisse! I think I broke my pussy! Fucking hell!”
She took a deep breath and continued, “I’m all wobbly inside. Can you reach my drink? I don’t think I can eat anything yet.”
In the end, she drained half her soda, I moved all of our stuff, and she rolled off me to her normal spot.
She clasped her skirt to her enflamed cunt — which only trapped the heat in — and pulled it away again.
For a minute, she thought the cold drink cup would cool her quim — but quickly yanked it off as the severe temperature difference made her pussy sting wherever it was touching the cup.
She ended up just draping the skirt across her lap.
She ate one hard-shell but wasn’t really ready to eat yet.
I threw my stuff back and in the bag and we headed home.
In front of the apartment, she shimmied back into her skirt, and opened her door.
I grabbed the rest of our dinner, went around to help her out, and walked her into the building — to our door.
Once we were inside, I took her — and the food — to the kitchen table.
After parking the truck, I hurried back to the apartment.
She hadn’t moved.
“Do you think you can eat now?” I asked.
“I think I’m gonna go lay down. Do you have an extra flat sheet? I don’t think I want the comforter.”
“Yeah. Let me grab it. I’ll meet you in bed.”
“You can eat. I think I’ll save mine.”
It was still pretty early in the evening, so I just left everything on the table.
When I found the sheet, she was already in the bed, completely naked.
I left it folded in half and covered her up.
I kicked off shoes & socks, threw my soiled jeans in the laundry, and climbed in beside her.
She snuggled against me — but kept her raw sex as far away from body-heat as she could.
I leaned my head against hers, entwined the fingers of my left hand through those of her right, and we fell asleep.
A couple hours later, I got up and put the food in the fridge.
I notched the thermostat up a couple degrees and went back to my spot.
I pulled the comforter halfway up over me — but left her with just the sheet.
In the dark — in the middle of the night — I felt her snuggling tighter into me — so I pulled the comforter across to cover both of us.