Layla’s breath grows harsh. "I want that too."

I turn the ignition and try to keep to the speed limit.

Layla chews on her bottom lip, and I don’t want to give her time to think. I don’t want her to change her mind. I run my hand under her dress. Her legs part easily for me, and she shimmies down on the seat, giving me access to her folds.

My finger sinks inside her, and her p*ssy coils tightly around my fingers. My c*ck twitches. I extract my ...