This chapter is dedicated to Maryline_Gisar. Hi Maryline, thanks for the golden ticket.
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Harlow had abruptly stopped breathing when she saw Brenda's pale and curious face pressed against the fogged car window, her eyes scanning the darkened interior. She couldn't be caught like this. Not naked, not with Alanis buried between her thighs, his tongue working her with ruthless precision.
"A-Alanis... Ah! P-Please stop we're going to get caught," Harlow whispered, her voice trembling. She clutched at his hair, torn between pushing him away and arching into his mouth. Her body betrayed her, hips rocking against his face as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
Alanis ignored her plea. Instead, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wider. The wet, filthy sound of his lips sucking at her echoed in the cramped space.
Alanis was eating like she was some sweet fruit and she was drowning under his merciless act.
