Right fucking there. Your freshly painted lips touch as your eyes look over to mine to make sure I am getting a good eyeful of your dirty little act. ...er tongue wetly lashes out of her lips at yours. Slow, slutty tongue fencing as you two start to give into the passion that only this act has. You couldn’t kiss another man like this. What would be the point? It’s the sheer wanton act of kissing a girl you ache for some nights. Her wet little feminine kisses matching yours as your lipstick smears. Jason’s explosion felt just like that. The way he held his breath, the rising of his moan. Then the violent sudden spurting of his cum, his raw hoarse groan, the staggering intensity of the way he whirled into his orgasm. She felt her cunt contract hard, on the verge of pain as convulsions took control of her body. The thrill of him spewing cum into her oozing orgasm drove her wild. – “Ugh, ugh…Jason, I can feel you shoot. Oh, it’s so hot. Can you feel me convulse? Ugh… I’m coming with you.. I know for certain that his car seats are more comfortable than any bed I've ever slept in. “Down there, past that light,” I instruct him. I don't bother buckling up, but instead slide closer to him, as he roars the car back to life. He pulls away from the curb and heads to where I directed him. Soft music fills the car, a jazzy tune that reminds me of my grandparents dancing in the living room when they thought no one was watching. He leaves the windows rolled down, as the night air is still. It felt like it was set at about eighty five. I was sweating as I set up my stand, and unpacked my bari sax. I fingered a few notes without playing, just to be certain all the keys were still functioning properly. They weren’t. There was a broken spring on the B flat side key. Great, I thought. That’s just ducky. I didn’t want to play this gig, especially on bari, since this horn is so ratty, I’m hot and sweaty and uncomfortable, and to top it all off, my boobs hurt again today.Maybe I should.