“I thought so,” she breathes excitedly. “Let’s get you home and get you good and f****d. You deserve it, and I can’t wait for it.” With another squeal of tires, she peels out of the lot, leaving the scandalized town behind.
***
She truly can’t wait. And truth be told, neither can I. The whole speeding, exhilarating ride home, my cuffed hands are under my skirt, rubbing and pinching the painfully bloated head of my captive c**k. My face burning, gut churning, I’m practically hyperventilating with excitement. By the time we arrive, we can’t even wait to get in the house. We can’t even be bothered to close the car door.
As soon as she’s out of the driver’s seat, Goddess grabs me, spins me around, and slams me facedown on the hood. That black metal is burning hot, both from the heat of its
