*JAMIN* The road stretched out ahead of us. He drove like nothing unusual was happening, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the remote in the center console. Every few minutes the vibration changed. Sometimes it dropped back to a slow, rolling throb that made me shift in the seat. Sometimes it surged into a rapid, relentless buzz that forced a quiet, strained sound from my throat before I could stop it. “Nnnh…” I pressed my knees together, breathing carefully through my nose. My cock was fully hard now, trapped uncomfortably in my jeans, the fabric growing damp where the head leaked. The plug kept working me open from the inside, each change in pattern making it harder to stay quiet. I still didn’t know what he was angry about. The not-knowing made everything sharper. I kept glancing at his profile, searching for any clue, but his face remained closed and hard. He increased it again as we merged onto a faster road. The new set
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