Car porn Stories

As we walk out of the bar, a cool fall breeze blows and you nuzzle your head close into the pocket of my right shoulder. You bring your left arm around my waist and hook your middle finger into the belt loop over my back left pocket. You then take your index finger and slowly snake it under the waistband of my pants. I glance down at you and ask, “And what do you think that you’re doing?” You give me your impish grin and...