Chapter 117 Make Me Scream

• The heat in her pussy was burning her insides, a scorching core where Douglas’ cock continued to jerk in aftershocks of his climax. She could feel the heavy load of cum sitting deep in her pussy, covering her inner walls in a warm bath of lubrication that leaked every time she shifted her hips.
• The feeling was obscene, a sticky mess of the risk they took. It made Quin’s thighs tremble against Douglas’s grease-stained jeans.
• The man was sprawled on the creeper, gasping in exhaustion under his work shirt. His hands, still smudged with black from the engine, pressed into her butt as if he needed the grip to stay anchored. The vintage Mustang loomed over them like a metal cage, its undercarriage dripping oil onto the concrete right beside us.