as I pulled her head down for her favored sugars
now that our illicit car date was drawing to a climax.
She moved her head slowly, as I preferred;
for once we weren�t in our usual hurried pace.
I ran my hand inside the seat of her jeans,
kneading that little bottom which I adored,
then dipping a finger into her sweetening honey pocket.
�Do you like how I fuck you, baby?� I asked her,
not for need of knowing�I knew,
but because I liked the way she mm-hmm�ed
while still holding me in her mouth.
Petting her auburn hair,
soft yet annoyingly tied up with a stick and leather barrette,
I desired as I always did that she was free to see me in leisure,
to openly walk out with me in public and share the world�s diversions,
and that bliss like this could routinely be returned to her threefold.
My pressurized rumble began at length,
and knowing I held a huge load in store for her,
while needing to keep my pants clean for my return to work,
I said, �Swallow every drop, baby,�
then held my free hand on her throat to count the gulps:
one, two, three, four, five, SIX�.seven.
She lifted her head to reveal a glistening drop late in coming.
�Lick that tip clean, sugar,� I coached,
and she obeyed with a swirling kiss.
�Such a good girl you are,� I allowed,
removing my finger from her to taste
and wish upon.