Reaching over and looking away from the screen, I loudly slurped the last bits of root beer left to drown out the screaming and gross sound effects, before smiling over at Yoichi. I decided that that was the proper time to check out for a soda break. His eyes widened and a chill went down his spine as soon as he lifted me, and a pouty whine of need filled the car. I sat back and leisurely stroked him off, thinking back to our first time where he had me jerk him as his prize for winning his competition. I tried to lick at it, but it still would not go away. Shaking my head slowly, I kissed his cheek which made him a bit confused, but he shrugged. Greedily still suckling on his cock, I swirled my tongue under his foreskin, tasting the salty sweat which mixed with his sweeter cum. Thankfully, our tickets were matinee or else Yoichi might not have had enough money.
