“Abbey… Abbey… We can’t keep doing this,” I said. I’m doing my absolute best to sound convincing, but that’s nearly impossible to do when I have to pause every second or two to moan with pleasure. We’re in my SUV. My seat is pushed back as far as it will go, and reclined as far back as it can get. You’re in the passenger seat… sort of. It’s more like your knees are in the passenger seat while you lean over the center console and give me the most amazing blow job I’ve ever had. Of course, I think that about EVERY blow job you give me. There’s certainly no shortage of those with you. “Abbey, we REALLY need to stop this.”
I knew you weren’t going to stop. Deep down, I didn’t want you to, in that “carnal desire” sense of it. Every time I tried to say that we should stop, you moaned a little bit louder, or hummed a little as you went full deep throat on me. This time, it was a little of both as you grabbed my hand and directed it over your ass, pulled your skirt up, and had me start fingering you. You knew EXACTLY what I said, how to make me trail off mid-sentence, and lose all sense of regret for a split second as I processed what you were doing to me. I have ZERO idea how you had that talent, but FUCK, you were good at it.