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“Describe one.”
“I once fantasized about getting it on with two NBA players.”
“Yeah? And?”
“I’m sandwiched between them and they’re both feeling me up. Their hands are all over my body.”
“Are they gentle or rough?”
“Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough.”
“Which way do you like it?”
Unconsciously, he held his breath.
“Both ways.”
“If you had to pick one, which would it be?”
“I don’t know. Depends on my mood.”
“Pick one right now.”
“...Rough.”
His cock felt hard as steel. Abruptly, he pulled the car off the road. “Get out.”
“The masturbating was working...”
He hopped out of the car and strode over to the passenger side. Just as she got out, he pinned her to the side of the car. He hadn’t touched her for several hours, and those hours had felt like a drought. Pulling her wrists above her head, he felt her breasts rise beneath him. He pressed himself farther into her, molding his body to her soft curves. When she looked up at him, startled, her eyes still glimmering from lust, he grew so turned on, he could have crushed her to the car. Pinning her wrists to the car with one hand, he thrust his other hand up her top.
“These basketball players, do they feel you up like this?” he asked, his hand firmly upon the rib cage.
Her breath seemed stuck in her throat. He moved his hand to a breast. Damn athletic bra. He palmed the tit as best he could through the tight garment. Her breath came out ragged.
“People can see us,” she hissed.
They hadn’t passed a car for several minutes, but even if the road wasn’t presently deserted, he wouldn’t care. He insinuated his fingers underneath the band of her bra and groped her.
“Are they this rough?”
She didn’t answer. He dug his fingers into the pliant flesh.
“Or rougher?”
He thrust the band of the bra over the top of the breast, giving him better access. She groaned when he began to maul her and gasped when he tugged the nipple.
“Even rougher?”
When he pinched her nipple, she yelped, “No!”
She had buttoned her shorts before getting out of the car, and he easily yanked them open. Like a child tearing into presents on Christmas morning, he thrust his hand into her shorts. The scent of her arousal, the feel of her wetness, made his head swim with desire. She moaned when he began stroking her.
“Are they rough down here, too?”
He fondled her gently as he awaited her answer.
“I don’t know.”
