Continued from here X [ @surgeonsurvived ]
Another pulse of her pleasure emit from her as he twisted his fingers inside of her, and a whine whistled from her as he withdrew. “T-toys?” She stammered out, sure she’d been discreet with her shoebox of delights; but Clay was an officionado when it came to every configuration and colour of pleasure - concealing her misdemeanourswas a futile effort. “Yes, sir,” she cranked the handbrake and nudged the gear into neutral, and as she peered up at him to catch him sucking her juices off his fingers.
Her heart lurched into her throat, and swallowed audibly. Pouncing on him and placing herself in his lap, she swallowed the same fingers up, fellating them like she had his cock, countless times, with liberal swipes of her tongue, saliva soaking his digits. “You’re going to fuck me, right here, in this car,” she says, and seizes him by his freshly trimmed hair, squashing the style that the beautician had so intricately crafted, and clawing at his scalp. “Have me in the front seat, have me in the back seat: I want you. I want all of you.”
Clay grunted at Ophelia’s nails on his scalp, but grinned and situated her a bit more firmly on his lap. “All of me, huh?” he said as he unzipped his pants. “Sure you want that?”
Clay shoved Ophelia’s skirt up and urged her up on her knees a bit so he could free himself properly. “Want you to sit on me, darlin’,” he said. “Want you to impale yourself on me.”
