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“Fuck. Cassandra. Fuck.” I grip the steering wheel tighter.

I take a turn I don’t need to take, just so we can stay on a side road. If she does this on the highway, and someone sees… I’d have to kill them.

She moans, and I feel her cheeks hollow as she literally sucks my cock.

My eyes start to roll back.

I snap them back open.

I need to remember I’m driving a fucking vehicle.

Cassandra shifts her hips, twisting on the bench seat and lifting her foot so it’s on the seat and her knee is up. Spreading her legs for me.

Holding the wheel with my left hand, I reach across with my right and grip her shorts-covered pussy.

Her whole body writhes at my touch, and her lips slide farther down my dick.

I can hardly focus, but I undo her shorts one handed, and she spreads her thighs wider.

I take a second to glance down.

“Jesus.”

Her panties are exposed, her body is contorted so she can suck my dick while her pussy is practically begging me for attention.

I shove my fingers under the band of her panties and slide them lower.

And I groan, deep and long, because she’s fucking soaked.

Her pussy is so damn wet my fingers slide right inside her heat.

As my fingers push deeper, Cassandra arches her neck and takes me even deeper.

“This from watching me?” I growl, fucking her with my fingers, pushing them in and dragging them out. “This pussy get drenched watching me kill those men?”

She nods. On my dick.

If I had a free hand, I’d press down on the back of her head.

Her tongue rubs at my length, and I groan again.

“Fuck.” I can’t stay quiet. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her pussy is gripping at my fingers. Her saliva is dripping down my dick.

I flex my hips and hit the back of her throat.

She gags, and her muscles tense around the tip of my dick. But instead of pulling back, she pushes deeper.

“God, Butterfly, you’re a fucking freak.”

Her hips shift against my touch while she slides her mouth up my length. “Sorry,” she pants. But her lips never leave my dick. They’re still brushing against the tip, getting covered in precum with every word. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Her back arches, and she closes her lips back around my length.

“You can’t apologize with my dick in your mouth.” I shift so my knee is against the bottom of the wheel, keeping it steady, then press my left hand to the back of her head. “But you can apologize by swallowing.”

Cassandra moans and lets me shove her head deeper.

I push my pointer and middle finger into her pussy, as far as I can. She moans again, and I grip her ponytail, dragging her mouth back up my dick.

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