Before she could summon up the strength to call out to him, he answered something one of his friends had said. “She’ll get over it. She can’t re...ist the D. At least it gets me out of that tree-hugging shit for a couple of days. Fuck, I get so sick of that shit. I take trash with me to throw out the window of the car sometimes to make up for having to throw every frikkin’ bottle or can in the right bin when she’s around. She’s lucky she’s an epic piece of ass or I’d have kicked her to the curb. “That’s why I’m so grateful you stopped,” she said in a voice I could have sworn was sensual.“It’s nothing,” I said, though that was not entirely true.“No,” she argued. “I really am grateful.” After a short pause, she added something that almost made me lose control of the car.“If there’s anything I can do to thank you, please let me know.”My mind instantly went to sex, though I seriously doubted that was what she had in mind. Still, it was worth a try.“Anything?” I asked, giving her a sideways. ‘Shit. Are you sure?’ Of course he was sure… he had to be. Otherwise he’d have never ridden over here, collected me from work and the two of us sitting in some dump that probably hasn’t passed a food inspection since the Paleozoic era. There is a reason why firemen are world class barbeque cooks, the restaurants near fire houses are usually gawd awful (not to mention they’re also usually quite fire prone – it makes us too nervous to eat if we think our professional services might be needed at. I have grasped your hips with my hands and drive myself into you, pushing deep, you matching my thrust with your own, “Baby, baby…” you moan, your excitement is increasing as your body matches my rhythm; pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling. Your tummy tightens and I feel your passion peak. “Yes, yes, yes!” You beg for your release. The first wave hits you; I thrust even harder, driving in, your pussy tightening around my shaft. “I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming.” I feel your hot gush of.