Did you…”
“Make it happen?” The Driver’s tone suggested contempt, but James just looked at him, expecting. xnx She was open, accepting him in with a gasp and a moan every time he thrust. She looked 40ish but somehow still girlish. “Do you like it gentle, or hard?”
“I don’t really know.”
She worked her way up and down his spine. “So what do you want to do next?”
James swallowed. “I’ll just walk the rest of the way. A backrub isn’t cheating, right?” He watched the taillights go by for a second. It had been years since he’d had to use one with Nakia and it felt strange. It smelled like sweat and burning tar and work. ***
Friday night. But that’s life. Better stow that as quick as you can. Then the Driver burst into hyena-like peals of laughter instead.
