The Morning Rush
Nothing like a nice orgasm to make morning traffic bearable.
You remember, don't you, that morning when you were driving me to work through the morning rush hour in your new car? You were wearing a summer dress, which was resting just above your knees. You looked so sexy sitting there watching the traffic. You remember, we had made love the previous night, we were talking about it, how we would build it up, and then hold it back, enhancing the thrill for both of us. I reminded you...
