Her slick inner walls squeezed down on his fingers and she lurched forward. His mouth kept working and her climax just kept crashing against her.
“Stop. Oh, f**k, stop,” she begged, barely able to force the words out, and pushed him away.
Fidel grinned and licked his lips clean as he looked up at her. “How’s that for improvisation?”
Mirabelle sucked in a deep breath. “Looks like I’m not the only creative one here. Take me home, Fidel.”
Now that she had worked that out of her system... Barely... She now had to figure out how to get her car back, or maybe not....
"Alright then, let's go" he answered with a grin. She fumbled to right her clothes and get her wits about her as she entered the car.
They drove for a while and just as they drove past the bridge and in to the part of the ro
