Taboo Runs Wild
“So you can watch. Maybe after I entertain you, you’ll add me to that list.”
“You’re not just on the list, Cassie,” he growls, sweat beading at his temple, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re 18, You’re too young, too small, too—”
“Age is just a number,” I cut in, dropping my legs wide—one heel on the passenger headrest, the other brushing his hair through the open partition.
My skirt bunches at my waist, my pussy bare and glistening, the lips swollen, clit throbbing under the dome light.