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genuinely love to fuck my pussy, but this is something different.
    We look at each other for a second and then she’s back on track. “That’s when you wrap your legs around me, when you beg me to start fucking you harder, really fuck your pussy. You’re so wet I can hear my cock slamming in and out of you. That’s my favorite sound, that and your voice telling me to fuck you harder.”
    I decide it’s all over. Like I said, I’m a slut, and Row really brings it out in me. I lift my hips and pull my skirt up around my waist. I slip my lace panties down and off my left leg, letting them dangle from my right as I prop it on the dash. I know I’m going to leave a nice puddle on her seat to add to the years of grime already accumulated there. I slip my finger between my swollen lips. Jesus, how wet I get surprises even me sometimes. I’m not looking at Row. Despite that sweet moment, I’m still pissed that she decided to pull this on the way to her mom’s.
    But she’s looking at me. I can see her out of the corner of my eye. She pushes up her glasses, takes quick peeks at what I’m doing to myself. She licks her lips, unconsciously, runs her hand across the short hairs covering the back of her skull.
    My clit is hard and slippery; I can’t get enough friction going, but I keep stroking. I want to make this look as good as possible. I arch my back, stick my tits out. I unbutton my blouse, showing off some cleavage. I throw my head back and start moaning while I stroke myself faster, making sticky noises I doubt she can hear over the muffler.
    My eyes are closed, but I can feel her gaze like it’s a tangiblething. Then I feel her fingers brushing my thigh. She has to stretch a little to reach me.
    â€œGet over here,” she says, her voice sounding strained.
    â€œNo,” I say, continuing to rub my pussy, rocking myself into my fingers.
    â€œI said get the fuck over here,” she says, her need making her voice, making everything about her hard. “Little girl, get your ass over here right now, or I’m going to beat the skin off of it the next possible moment I get!”
    There are two things about this that we both know. One is that she is the only one who can call me little girl. Two is that I love it when she beats my ass.
    So it’s not because of her threat that I unbuckle my seat belt and scoot my naked butt over to her. She takes one hand off the wheel and wraps a thick arm around me. I’ve got my left leg scrunched against her side and my right thrown over her lap and hanging between the seat and the door. I start sucking on her neck, whimpering in her ear as I hump my pussy against her thigh. Her hand kneads my ass and then slips down my crack and underneath.
    Her fingers slip into me, and I gasp as she starts to fuck me in this crazy position. My hand slides around her gut, squeezing her flesh, then goes to her crotch, rubbing her through her jeans. She groans and pushes down on the gas pedal, jerking us forward. She is trying her best to look forward and drive straight. Suddenly she grabs my hand and puts it on the wheel. “You steer,” she says, as she buries her face in my cleavage, taking a chunk of flesh between her teeth.
    â€œYou are fucking crazy!” I scream. Truth be told, I don’t know how to drive so well. Steering is only one small part of driving, you might say, and doesn’t seem like it would be so hard, but maybe you’ve never tried it with fingers up your pussyand a large piece of your tit between someone’s teeth.
    It all happens so fast. I swerve, she slams on the brakes and we’re in a ditch. It’s actually a lot better than it might have been. There’s no one else on the road, no cops behind us, no tree for us to crash into. The ditch isn’t deep and we haven’t flipped over. We’re both kind of shook up though. We just sit there for a minute, panting, not