All the Stops on Red

"When you wish for the red light"

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I don’t feel drunk, we worked all the wine and liquor into sweat and cum.  Still, I drive responsibly, both hands on wheel.

A stop on red frees me to tease her pussy.  She giggles, green – I pedal.

Another stop and her moans make me hard. Green – engine revving, we pray for red.

Breaking, I breeze in her pussy scent.  Trembling, she cums onto my hand. Green – she unzips and frees my erection.

A few more lights left to spice up her mouth for all the evading kisses and little lies she’d be feeding her husband.

Published 2 years ago

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