THIRTY-EIGHT
“We’ve done it in the car before,” Roxie said, struggling to liberate her hand from his grip. He wasn’t giving in, stubborn jerk. Pushing up higher, she flicked his earlobe with her tongue. “Your c**k has been mine to play with anytime we’ve been alone for days. Aren’t we alone, baby?”
“When we got in the car, you said you wanted to make out.”
“Making out leads to other things,” she said, sliding her legs over his lap. “I’ve been trying my best to educate you about the ways of women. You’re not too sharp.”
“Sharp enough to have you soaking your panties,” he said, gifting her a kiss. “You’re getting pretty desperate.”
“Desperate?” They kissed again. “Please. Bedding you is my contribution to society. Someone has to lower themselves to do the dirty jobs.”
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