Her string top pushed up her light cleavage so much that as I was driving I could see the small mounds jiggling on every turn. A part of me was hoping that I could turn hard enough that the shirt would slip and her breast would come out. It would give me an excuse to pullover and place it in my mouth. I looked over at her and I could tell right away that she knew what I was thinking. She brought her hands with sparkling nails up to her breasts and bounced them up for me.
“You like what you see daddy?” She licked her lips then moved her hand down to the crotch of my jeans. She gave it a hard grab then dragged her nails over the fabric.
“Ohh baby girl, don’t make me pull this car over,” I replied. My eyes went over her perfectly set face. Lip gloss that made her lips shine, eyeliner and mascara that highlighted her brown eyes, blush that helped show her facial structure. Her black curly hair flowed out of a bandana that she put over the front of her hair. She looked absolutely delicious, it ran through my head many times to skip the party and take her straight home to bend her over. Maybe even place her on the counter and just plow into her before she can even remove any clothes.