“Yeah, obviously. “Last thing we need is a raccoon—or a squatter—making themselves at home.”
They both chuckled lightly, the tension easing a little as the car sped through the quiet streets. “Imagine my hands on your cock, my slutty little mouth wrapped around it.”
With a sultry smile, Sommer began to play with her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Then she noticed the problem. The cool night air hit him as they stepped outside, the stars winking in the clear California sky. Her other hand reached down to slide her panties to the side, revealing the already soaping wet folds of a pussy. “Looks like we’re both stuck here for a bit,” she said with a forced laugh, leaning heavily on him. Her dark chocolate hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face, drawing attention to her piercing emerald eyes and high cheekbones.
