«Ren, we woke up later than usual this morning, do you want a ride to school?» Mrs. Fenwick asks while picking up her clothes scattered around the living room.
Of course, she bends down on purpose, pointing her ass right at me.
It's obvious she wants me to take her from behind while she's collecting her things.
Damn… we already fucked twice this morning (not counting the usual warm-up blowjob), and she still wants more?
For fuck's sake, give me a break.
I'm not a robot.
And it's already late—Elaine is waiting for me, and I can't miss that.
Still, the idea of her giving me a ride to school isn't bad, so I agree.
«Tomorrow morning, same time?» she asks—her left hand on the steering wheel, her right hand inside my pants.
Yeah, she's jerking me off while driving.
That's the perk of an automatic car.
It feels good knowing she wants to be with me this much.
Apparently, I'm good company.
