Slowly, I free myself and start stroking, low grunts rumbling in my throat as hardness builds. The scent of cheap booze clings to her breath, mixing with the raw hunger igniting between us.

One-handed on the wheel, I keep stealing glances at her. She’s licking her lips, thighs pressing together, and the unmistakable smell of arousal seeps from her soaked, perfect cunt.

“Come on, baby. You know you want a taste,” I whisper, turning onto the dirt road. “Not ...