She cringes a bit to think of them getting caught at dusk screwing in the backseat, like a couple of drunks... "It's getting dark," she rationalizes tremulously. "We're not in the street, so, if I can keep from anyone recognizing me... us...?"
To persuade him out of tormenting her she plays with her dress hem, bunching and rolling it up by degrees. A hint of matching white lace peeks out between her thighs.
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She cringes a bit to think of them getting caught at dusk screwing in the backseat, like a couple of drunks... "It's getting dark," she rationalizes tremulously. "We're not in the street, so, if I can keep from anyone recognizing me... us...?"
To persuade him out of tormenting her she plays with her dress hem, bunching and rolling it up by degrees. A hint of matching white lace peeks out between her thighs.