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None of this was supposed to happen this way, really.

Systematically, this was an unpredictable situation. She had displayed all the proper signs of being an intelligent, pretty girl with good grades. She learned quickly, read quickly, and graduated quickly. And if she followed the script to a T, her bills would be paid off from her silly little degree in a mere three years, if she worked at the pace she was. Unless of course, she married young and met a man who was willing to pretend that she hadn't gone to college, but instead held her on the pedestal of her appearance, and paid said bills for her. She had thought of that, multiple times when on dates with men that she was never really deeply interested in, pale blues begging for some sort of fire to burn through these tedious conversations and end them. That never happened. So one day, she simply didn't show up for work. One day, she sold her pretty red car that her parents had bought as a gift, paid things off, and launched her rose gold iPhone into the Trinity River, starting her journey out of California.

That had been a few weeks ago, and now she sat calmly among a set of gamblers with wide, slot filled eyes as they watched their luck disappear in the form of tokens and chips. Every so often she could feel the warmth of the Nevada sun tickling through the air conditioned casino, she leaned back into the plush leather seat, taking a break as she crossed her legs at the knee. People watching, really. Las Vegas was good for that, like a live show without having to pay for it, watching a man stagger through the lobby and almost forgetting what time of day it was. Clearly, whatever was in his system had caused him to do the same. Dirt caked the once white soles of her red high tops, one foot absentmindedly bounced as she took a sip from the large water bottle she had pulled from her black JanSport, the grin that tickled her full lips was irresistible.

Watching the man beg was amusing enough, sure, but it was when she knew he was looming in her direction, that her head tilted to the other side. Well, she supposed she did look comfortable, sitting on the plush sofa in her light denim shorts and well tanned skin, appeared as though she could offer him some assistance with his debt. Or maybe he was after. . " Honey, you got any. . Uh, damn this is awkward. . Got any mon- "

" Nope. "

Liar.

But he couldn't see her smiling eyes behind the red, heart shaped frames that offered cover from the sun on her eyes, bangs brushing over her eyelids as she shifted her head again and looked away. The conversation in her mind was over, even if he was still trying with aims to get money. Sure, Devon Brooks had money on her, but that was none of his business. The twenty something stood, picking up her backpack and tossing it over her shoulder, she walked back into the summer heat, glancing down at the watch on her wrist. Four hours until sundown meant four hours to find a ride through the night. A ride through the Nevada night, or a hotel for herself to wake up and try again. But for now, and her shoes hitting the familiar dirty sidewalks as she moved away from the familiar strip, she would begin her journey again.
 
Driving alone was always the hardest part of his life, though it was a part he had chosen for himself and he would never blame another for it. So many people blamed companies, the economy, the Congress, and the President for the hard work that they had to put into the world. Not this man though, this man understood that deep down everything was a choice and he had made his...and he would live with it. He was still working his way up through middle management, working for that horrible corporate giant known as Walmart, and doing so often required a bit of travel out of him. As one of the project leads quite a bit was expected of him, but instead of flying he saved money for his family by taking the reimbursements offered and using vacation time to drive in order to get a little extra cash out of the deal. it let him take care of things he wanted to do for the boys...even though it took time away from them.

It turned his life into something a bit lonely and sad in a way, but he knew deep down he was doing the right thing.

He had not thought about his wife though during these long hours, no that was not something that he had wanted on his mind. Once more they had argued before he left. Once more they had fought with one another about the life that they led. What did she expect from him truly? Was he not being a good provider? Was he not doing what a man should do for his family? Regardless of the words that had come tumbling from her mouth, he knew deep down she would bemoan a change in her pampered lifestyle much more than she lamented his absence. Matthew Pierce was a realist about his wife in that fashion. They had married young, had children young, and while he hardly blamed her for the fact that he had decided to work while she remained at home...he did blame her for the resentment she seemed to hold towards him for all the things he had not done for her while she seemed to ignore everything he had.

Wasn't that typical family life in America though?

He looked up to notice her on the side of the road as the sun beat in through his windshield and he nearly shook his head at one more girl out trying to make it on her own. He'd seen quite a few of them on his trips and had never stopped, never bothered. Life just didn't have that in the cards for him and he was resolved to that fact. Yet maybe it was the thoughts which had started piling in, the loneliness once more causing a heartache inside of him that changed that course of action this summer day? Whatever it was, whatever made today different took hold and his hand idly glided the large white Chrysler Town and Country van over to the side of the road next to her and the window rolled down to reveal the driver. Middle aged, professional, solemn and intelligent...he wasn't dressed for business at the moment, his broad shoulders in a grey polo t-shirt and his thick thighs covered in a pair of khaki shorts. Full lips gave a small smile, almost a measure of uncertainty in the features as he said something he had never said once in his life to some stranger on the side of the road.

"Need a ride?"
 
Many, many times had the thought of what if crossed her mind in these walks down the highway, black hair casually swaying in the loose ponytail she wore atop her head. She remembered the last phone conversation she'd indulged her worried mother in, reminding her that she was far and beyond legal age to do whatever she wanted. But what if you get chopped into pieces Devon. What if you're raped and ditched in a gutter. Perhaps it was that psychology degree working its magic, giving her the thought process of ' So be it. ', and giving her mother more gray hair to dye because of it.

Really, Devon had always been that way, especially now.

There was the chance that she could be an axe murderer after all. The morbid thought made her grin softly, deciding in that instant that there was probably some movie about that exact scenario already. The gentle shift of her hips moved calmly, steadily as though she were thinking about something much deeper than serial killing women articles, with a soft blink behind her sunglasses, she noticed the familiar gleam of a car. Or rather, a van. Well that was a little uncanny, stopping to decide whether she would politely decline or not. One thing about not being murdered, was using common sense.

Behind her sunglasses, she was still sure he knew she was judging him, sizing him up for her own safety and taking in the vision of the van. It was nice, definitely not in the realm of creepy and no windows. Seemed well enough. " Yeah, " There was a pause of acknowledgment from them both that this was happening, silently signed when he unlocked the door and watched her slide into the leather seat.

" Thank you, mister. . ? "
 
His voice was quiet as he replied simple. "I...," he paused before giving a small shake of his head, what had he to be nervous about in her presence. He was a grown man. "Call me Matt." Why in the world had he said that and not given her his proper name? A brief bit of puzzlement touched his features, obviously he was not used to lying and the name held the ring of a small truth to it. Why not just tell her his name was Matthew?

It was a cop out. He knew deep down it was as soon as he said it to the young woman. Sitting there with her he had given her a shortened form of his own name, breaking a bit with the identity he had as a family man. It made him someone else and that was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Just looking at her took his breath away, but he had not pulled over for that reason had he? Yet the bitter truth was that he had. He had pulled over to do nothing but get a gander, take a look, and admire what was the province of youth. What a view it was as well...the sheer beauty of the woman, the curves and swell of her perfect body. It already had him breathing deeply and taking in the scent of her. There was no danger from him, none that he radiated in the slightest, but it hardly took the socially adept to realize the charged air between the two of them. It was not lack of confidence that prevented willingness to make a move on her, it was a small bit of morality in the man. He was flirting with danger and perhaps that would be enough of a power trip for him to indulge in without breaking any...vows.

He almost bit his lip but stopped himself in time.

God he felt like a teenager again, some foolish boy who could at any moment stammer out the dumbest of ideas. So instead he did the one thing that could break the moment and let him concentrate on something else other than her nearby. His hands grasped the wheel a tiny bit harder than usual and he checked the sideview mirrors before pulling back out into traffic. The van eased out, obviously a newer model and in good shape, and he began to slowly drive down the street. As he did so he reached out and made a few taps to the touch screen in the car, bringing the air up the tiniest of bits and then adjusting the music. Apparently even though there was the hint of a southern drawl to his words...the man preferred classic rock, the sound of the Rolling Stones coming through the speakers. There was of course only one question that made sense, only one thing to say to her and he tried to make it sound flippant...like he did it all the time.

"So...where ya headed, Ms...?"
 
From the moment she had accepted such a ride, she knew there was room to begin passing judgment. Here was a man who had picked up a girl off the side of the road. He was older, so that narrowed down a few things about this ride for her, but still opened another realm of questions. Did he think she was a prostitute? Well, she certainly was in his van with denim cut offs and a tank top, skin exposed to not only the sun but this man. This, Matt. It made her smile the way his name, or rather what he apparently preferred to be called didn't fit him at all, folding one leg beneath her as she turned to look at him from behind her sunglasses. Originally, he had no reason to lie, she was a stranger to him and really, unless he had motives, she was no threat. However, if in fact those motives went against this, and she was making a good guess inwardly, married man's code, well. .

" Devon, " Pausing now as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, hands falling back into her lap. " Anywhere you're willing to take me. " Ambiguous flirt, her eyes finally pulling away from him as she looked out onto the highway. Still, there were questions that needed to be answered. " Are you vacationing or traveling for business, Mister Matt? " Business, more than likely. He looked almost uncomfortable with himself for having the attractive girl in the seat next to him, fighting that age old battle in his head. Men who had been through similar situations held themselves differently. Men with no wives, and men without baggage. Mister Matt looked like he might need to escape his baggage, at least for a little bit.

And as it seemed, Devon was debating whether or not to offer him such a release.
 
Passing judgment was something he was trying to avoid doing himself. Had the same kind of thoughts already entered his mind when looking at her? The same ideas that she might be something other than a young woman needing a ride...but that she might be whore, courtesan, escort...? Or even worse...someone down on her luck who might be willing to do anything to get some help? It was hard not to have those thoughts, or were they dreams, as she moved and practically wriggled in the seat next to him. The sultry voice, the small hints of flirting. Worse still of course was the clothing, the cut offs and tank top providing ample sun kissed skin for him to admire and take in...occasionally the hint that he might see something more denied to him as she moved just the tiniest bit.

It was all enough to drive any man wild.

The age old battle...that was indeed what he was fighting, but as she looked him he unconsciously reminded himself that he was not the kind of man who would take advantage of someone like her. No, that was not he now was it. His thumb moved and idly ran over the metal of his wedding ring, caressing it like he was using it as a worry stone...rubbing back and forth, back and forth. It helped to ease the uncertainty in the pit of his stomach. When had he bothered trying to date? When was the last time he had even considered the idea of doing something with a woman that was not his wife. It had been ages ago and his lips practically moved in a sneer as he internally scoffed at any kind of silly dreams he might be having. Let other men make the leap from fantasy to reality...he could stop himself.

Couldn't he?

Yet he was forced to answer her question, ignoring her would look monumentally stupid. He gave a small laugh at her offer to take her anywhere and instead he replied. "I'm actually passing through, heading out of Vegas and pretty much heading on out of state. I doubt you're wanting to go that far...and I'm travelling for business. Just haven't made it there yet. You? Do you live here in Vegas?"
 
In Devon's eyes, decisions like these were made on judgment. Based around the initial appraisal of a person, and whether he admitted it or not, she knew he was pleased in her looks alone. It didn't take a genius to know what was quietly whispering to him when he glanced at her legs, when she noticed him twisting the band on his finger, once, twice, again and again. Such a tricky battle with himself she had left him in, but to be fair, Devon hadn't actually started anything just yet. It was amusing to see him already silently questioning his faith in his marriage, and that alone confirmed something he didn't even need to say. Traveling men were rarely different in their needs, and while she had money, she certainly wasn't about to make it just that clear to him.

" No, I'm from California. Redding, to be exact. Vegas was just a stop on my way to where ever. " Pausing now, Devon let her eyes graze back over to him as she watched a red car go by, blinking gently, " If you doubt I want to go that far, then why'd you pick me up? " Tricky question even with the sweet look on her face, there was something about the look in her eyes that knew what his deeper thoughts were. They were all the same, usually, even in the few rides she had been on, pulling against her leg as it tucked beneath her when her eyes moved back out the window. " I guess if you see a girl on the side of the road here, she's probably a prostitute. " Surely it had happened plenty of times, a pretty girl on the side of the road, legs exposed to the sunlight and natural sway of her hips absolutely calling. It wasn't as though it was an insane thought. Tearing the silence apart again, Devon gave him a little bit of freedom from such a gripping question, " Have you enjoyed your time here so far? " But really, there was something else behind this question, " Or were you trying to have a very good time on your business trip? "


Each of her words sounded so calm, despite how rapid and albeit invasive such questions could be, whether or not she intended to make him uncomfortable was unclear, though gentle pressure was applied when her bright eyes watched his face with a soft smile.
 
There it was.

Maybe he had intended it all along, no matter what his conscious mind might be thinking, the truth was that unconsciously he must have had this on his mind already. He had been trying to fool himself this entire time, lying to himself, trying to make himself seem like he was a good man. Yet those questions, the way her eyes searched his face, they were enough to convince him otherwise. If they weren't enough, if the way she was watching him was not enough to make him truly believe, then the way his body reacted to her was more than enough. His heart began to hammer in his chest, the tightness deep inside of his lungs constricting his breathing, and the slow stirring of arousal in his lap. It all caused him to shift, the defensive posture so common to people who were in social situations that made them uncomfortable, and he knew in his heart of hearts that he had wanted this.

He hated himself for it.

Yet no matter how much he hated himself he was already tired of feeling like he was some foolish young boy in her sights. Like he was being preyed upon. It was not something he enjoyed feeling, not in the slightest, and he felt his shoulders bunch as he struggled to contain it...almost sneering at himself. This was remarkably stupid, he thought, the ideas burning in the back of his mind. If you were a man, a real man, then you'd understand what was being offered to you and stop acting like a fool...and perhaps that, that embarrassment in front of this young girl was what moved him past the hump of feeling like a child. He took a slow inhale, smelling the sun kissed flesh on the air, and as the highway began to stretch before them and he switch cruise control on he turned to look over at her...his eyes finally considering the option.

It was a long measuring look as he seemed to come to a decision.

"I picked you up because you were beautiful." He said it frankly, without regret, and his voice was deeper as he continued. Perhaps a bit of lust inside of it making it smoky. "Yeah, maybe the girl's on the side of the road are prostitutes, maybe they have something to sell, but I know it might seem weird...but I've never picked one up until I picked up you. I never wanted to take the risk, never wanted to have a problem....and maybe it's just because I'm lonely and you looked fucking amazing strolling down the road, but I wanted company. You don't mind that do you?"
 
Without noticing it, she had made him out to be prey, subconsciously how she interacted in most situations, dancing over his insecurities like they were laid out on the ground before her. And in a way, they were. He was married, but he was second guessing himself, the little ticks in his body telling her that without question, and he was trying not to watch her out of the corner of his eye. He was trying not to salivate like a wolf, and Devon could only assume because the question stood above his head. What would his family think of him? If he fell into the trap of some woman he had found on the streets of Las Vegas, that’s what he would say, if he were that sort of man. That she had trapped him, lured him in and offered him things so boldly, so bluntly. Despite her getting into his car, and him driving her away, this man giving her a name detached from his own. He probably didn’t even like being called Matt, and that made her smile for a moment. It was her fault, after all, yet it didn’t seem to faze her.

What she hadn’t necessarily gotten into the car with the intention of happening, now was slowly beginning to grow, snowballing into something bigger, rapidly. And Devon had already mentally come to terms with such a thing, even more so when her words continued to so subtly pick at him. It was then her gaze left the cars around them and again turned back to him, momentarily surprised to meet his gaze and not the side of his head, bright eyes glancing over his expression as he so plainly admitted his reason. Well, that was refreshing. Like an added gust of cool wind to match the air conditioning, he had come right out and so plainly said the truth, more or less. What he held to himself quite naturally didn't need to be said, because it was already there.

" No, I don't mind. "

Surely she didn't, sitting here next to him with the offer of him taking her anywhere and then some, the young woman crossed her legs at the knee now that the air was clear of any misguided thoughts. " We can keep each other company. " To be honest, Devon had noticed his ring and still couldn't find herself in a position to care about it. His marriage was none of her business, but in a way his loneliness was. His loneliness was what got her here, and his loneliness would be what got him even further.

 
Loneliness

That really was the word of the day wasn't it. She had given him his answer and they both had that brief moment of contact, their eyes appreciating one another as they came to a mutual decision without even really speaking about it. Wherever this led would not be something he had intended, and who knew how she really felt about it herself. He could be just getting played right now, completely and utterly being manipulated in order to do all sorts of things. The least of which would be to break his marriage vows. Whatever though, whatever...that was whatever. Maybe he wouldn't care if he got robbed, maybe it would be worth it just not to feel this desolation inside. He had thought it would ease with what he said to her, had thought maybe that it would stop hurting just a bit...

But it did not, the hurt and ache only grew.

Snowballing was indeed the right word for what was happening as he moved them over a lane and just let the silence stretch out after those final words. His hand reached to touch the radio, adjusting it to the internal harddrive which was full of the 80's ballads that he tended to love listening to, and that was going to be enough of an answer for how he felt right now. Heat of the Moment, Jessie's Girl, Shook Me All Night Long, hell the list continued on and on....and he was content to let it do so. Yet the entire time he could feel himself coiled, feel himself struggling to reconcile his intentions with what he needed to do in order to make them a reality and he did the only thing that he felt he could do...the one thing that would bridge the gap of the silence between them.

He reached over and touched her leg. His hand was strong. Maybe he was an older man, maybe not in the prime of his life, but when it came to touching another person there was little hesitation...it was not the touch of a boy. That touch had disappeared years ago and now his fingers touched her knee and then slid up to grip he thigh, a little possessively. As if he wanted to make sure she was real. He sat there with her, caressing that young flesh before his voice finally spoke.

"So...how does this work...?"
 
It was when his hand settled onto her knee that her head turned, eyes grazing over the face of this family man. She could only assume the life he lived outside of this moment, a happy family with bright children and a wife. It didn't strike her as odd however, curious as to just what about his dear wife left him traveling the distance, what about his dear wife that resulted in him picking up some strange girl and putting his hand on her leg. Unknowingly, her legs had spread open a bit more, the heat of her bare thighs pulling him in deeper as she snapped out of her thoughts.

Devon turned now, bright eyes staring at the side of his head again as she inwardly made a firm decision, her eyes again danced over the masculine hand gripping her thigh. " I want to keep you company, Matt, " The young woman finally spoke now, fingertips tracing the back of his hand before moving up the muscles in his arm, shifting through his hair as another eighties cliche played in the background, " So I want to get very well acquainted with one another. " Her once idle free hand had taken the liberty to guide his hand further up the trail of heat her thighs left, his fingers a mere inch or so from grazing beneath her shorts.

" I think that's a good place to start, hm? "
 
This was maybe a fantasy, maybe a dream, but it was every man's wasn't it? Say as they might, so many men found themselves wrapped up in the idea of picking up a beautiful woman and having them throw themselves into their arms. There was always variation on the theme but in the end they always one trite cliché after another, always a man so powerful and amazing that the woman could not help but wilt in their presence. This was no fantasy however, this was nothing like that no matter what he thought. This had begun to wrap itself in reality and as her thighs parted to offer him a tantalizing view of the possibilities that this young girl could...get herself into, only one thought began to truly manifest inside of his mind. Only one idea began to pound, hammering in the front of his mind...a primitive thought, an unbecoming one...

Was she wearing any panties beneath those shorts?

He imagined from the way she had moved walking down the street, from the way she just seemed to scream sensuality that the answer was no. Yet he would never know would he, never know unless he dipped those fingers down beneath the fabric of those shorts to find out himself. His heart hammered just a tiny bit as his other hand tightened on the wheel, keeping a steady control of the vehicle as he moved them into the middle lane. He'd eased up the cruise control to a sedate 78, not worried overly about being pulled over by the police. They tended to forgive you when you were only going a few miles over the speed limit. He doubted they would forgive where his attention was going however, on a public highway, and he knew even through tinted windows that they could be seen if it went to far.

God he loved it so much.

His free arm tightened underneath her caress, the muscles flexing just the tiniest of bits. He was not a muscle builder, but he'd been in football when he'd been young...had physically kept in shape throughout his twenties. It was only now in his middle years that a little bit of padding had come along. There was definite mass beneath the skin of his biceps and forearms as she guided him upwards a tiny bit more and he whispered very softly. "Yes...I think so too..." And with that he took the plunge, his fingers finding their way beneath her clothing...tracing slowly, instinctively knowing that he'd find that bare beautiful flesh, and hopefully....wet.
 
From an outsider's perspective, there were so many things wrong here. Absolute strangers sat with such little distance between one another, so little that he had even reached out to touch her. Reaching out for more than just a gentle pat on her knee or a kind shoulder rub to prove he was a good man with kind intentions. No, although his hands were of the gentle sort, Devon knew his motives were elsewhere. How could they not be elsewhere, with her legs spread more than a foot apart, faintest sign of a slouch allowing just enough space for those ever creeping fingers to sink away to the treasure that lie beneath. It almost made her smile, how conceited it was to appear so pleased in the results of what was happening, any regard she may have held for what was happening pushed aside. In it for the thrill, it didn't at all strike her as something odd that he was married, of course he was. She had long since come to terms and gotten over that he was, because this arrangement was simple, and unspoken.

They were here for company, because he was offering her more than just a ride.

She was his company, just the same as he was hers. Her fingertips traced skin up until she reached the sleeve of his shirt, gently dragging her nails up his shoulder before grazing her finger over his jaw. So stiff, she wanted to tell him to relax. But he was driving and had one hand creeping to take the first touch of someone that wasn't his wife, Devon almost felt bad for even thinking such a thing. Instead, and her finger traced his jaw again, her hand moved, back down his shoulder and beneath his arm, her own hand sliding between his legs, fingers spreading as they went back from his knee. Grinning gently when she felt the fingers of a working man brush the fringe her shorts left, her own hand so idly crept up the light colored shorts, traveling the journey up until she reached the familiar gathering of his pants.

Devon didn't think she needed to tease him for the building tent in his pants, her own reminder of arousal driving a shiver up her spine. His fingers had just edged beneath her shorts, the warm welcome of natural heat and her nectar there to greet him.

 
God help him, he was damned if this was his to touch.

He would have sold his soul to get to touch a woman like her in his life, and though the thoughts had been ones he had kept in the moments of a steamy shower...indulged in those times sitting in front of his laptop in a dark hotel room, now they were a reality and he realized entirely that he was very much hers. His hand tightened just a bit on her inner thigh before slipping those last inch downwards and up beneath her shorts and there he found what he'd been dreaming of. No panties. Nothing but flesh. His fingers were not naïve, not the clumsy motions of some school boy, and so at the feel of her beautiful flesh he showed her exactly what experienced hands could provide. His tips slid along her folds, caressing slowly, moving to ensure more than just animalistic lust but actual pleasure for the young woman. He slipped upwards, brushing over that hardening clit, and then just slightly above it to bear down and slowly grind...pressing just a bit inwards as he whispered softly. "Fuck, you're are so perfect..."

He truly needed to pay attention to what he was doing.

As her hand crept along the heavy weight of his prick he had had to swerve to avoid hitting another car on the road. His free hand on the will gripped it harder as he jostled the van back into his lane, keeping it steady as he took a slow deep breath. This was not something he'd ever exactly had, now was it...a handjob going seventy? It might have been on his todo list, some kind of pervert's bucket list, but his wife had not exactly been the most adventurous sort of woman. Instead they'd had a placid little vanilla love life that did not include taking risks such as this. As her hand cupped him harder, as he felt himself responding to the feeling of a woman's touch...an unknown woman's touch, he finally seemed to loosen up just the tiniest bit. It was that ludicrous moment when he'd almost caused them to wreck that made him smile, a shy little look on his features as he gave a laugh...glancing over at her and then back to the road, that deep voice filled with a bit of self-deprecating humor.

"Sorry...sorry, sugar...this is," he grinned, a bit of life coming to the face which had been so uptight. "This is something a bit new for me, so you'll have to forgive me if I don't know how to drive while getting a handjob. They didn't quite cover that when I was getting my license." His large body adjusted a bit more in his seat, trying to get comfortable as well, moving so that she had a bit more room in order to do whatever....might be on her mind to do.
 
Did he know, that if he wasn’t careful, that this girl would wreck him? Not physically, of course. Even sitting, he was bigger than her by a landslide, hands big enough to cover hers, height noticeable enough to tower her, and his chest big enough to engulf her. Though there was more than one way to conquer a man, to fill his mind, and as it seemed, she was already winning, without either of them genuinely minding. Even with that in mind, his hand didn’t pull away from her, and she was grateful for that, never admitting that she would have hated for his hand to find her secret and depart, the breath of air she released that sounded like a promise for more. It was there the moment of consequences occurred to them both, though when he finally got the car adjusted back into the proper lane, instead of a sound of flurry and anger, instead the girl laughed softly.

Subconsciously, her hands had taken to grip both his hand and the bulge in his pants, gripping gently at his wrist as their laughs mixed in the car. At least he could find some humor in it, smiling gently when he showed another sign of life that spread over his face, her grip lightly loosening against his buried hand as Devon looked over his face again, ” But they covered how to drive with your hand down a girl’s shorts, at least? “ Only teasing of course, her hand began its journey again, up until she reached the beginning of his zipper and giving it a gentle tug, despite faint amounts of resistance from the bulge itself, Devon’s eyes ventured out curiously onto the road again. It was as though her hand had been on him before, tracing down the shaft with a gentle touch as her hand so easily snaked beneath the space. With the small amount of slack given thanks to his adjustment, the next restraint was removed, the button to his pants undone as her hand began to stroke him up from the cotton material that lie beneath.

Such a good, wholesome man.
 
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