Kellee, our heroine has come across an interesting car beside her. One she can't stop looking into.
Eyes back on the road, she swerved slightly as she realized she was coasting close to the edge. She returned her gaze as quickly as possible to the car beside her, not able to stop watching the man’s deliciously naughty performance.
His broad, tanned hand reached into his dark boxer briefs and he began to touch himself, not allowing her a glimpse of the flesh he obviously stroked beneath of soft jersey. She felt her own clit thicken; the electric pulses running through the nub of flesh forced her to emit a soft moan in response. Her tight pencil skirt prevented her from touching herself in return, though she ached to follow his lead.
Two white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel, she watched in utter fascination as the stranger pumped his own cock, just out of her view.
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