Distracted driving...

Beth felt a surge of impulsiveness at the sight of the tent in Derek's pants. The remainder of the red wine in her system and the lingering effects of Derek telling his side of the story were swirling together with her growing dissatisfaction. I wonder how good of a driver he really is... {if MastrosAttire = 2
} She pulled down the zipper that kept the dress tight to her body. She took a deep breath. {elseif MastrosAttire = 1
} She grabbed the hem of her blouse, with her arms crossed. {else
} She grabbed the hem of her shirt, with her arms crossed. {endif
} "Water's nice, but..." {if MastrosAttire = 2
} she slid the dress down, freeing her tits and exposing her taut stomach as she pushed it to her waist. {else
} She peeled her top off, freeing her tits and depositing the garment onto the back seat. {endif
} Her nipples got even harder, exposed to the breeze and engorged by her actions. "I have a better solution."
"Beth...." Derek swallowed.
"Keep your eyes on the road..." she purred, and then leaned over the center console to pull at Derek's belt and fly.
"Jesus... what about your precious fiance?" His voice held nothing but breathy lust and confidence. His words were almost mocking in that tone.
"It's like you said..." she pulled his cock through the folds of his briefs, and she was pleased at both its size and rigidity. "I don't belong to anyone. I can do what I want." She grabbed his cock and looked up. "What was it Julie told you? 'I need a real dick'?"
Derek's chuckle was pure evil. "Some things never change..."
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}

{else
}{endif
}
Derek let off the gas a little as Beth stepped on the gas: spitting and sucking his cock with immediate vigor and lust. He tasted good, his pubic hair was neat, and he was a little bit thicker than Brian with roughly the same length, forcing her to work her jaw a little to avoid rubbing her teeth on his beautiful dick.
"Fuck... that's it baby. Take what you want... what you deserve." {if MastrosAttire > 0
}Beth felt Derek's fingers on her bare ass, squeezing and kneading her cheeks before reaching down to rub her asshole and her wet pussy. "Mmm..." She moaned into his cock. I like a man who knows what to do without being told... {if MastrosAttire = 2
}One of Derek's fingers went into her butthole, and she squealed, pushing down to the balls at the sudden stimulation.
"I knew you were a dirty girl..." his assured tone made her very wet: she could feel it dripping down her legs. It's been so long since... I don't know if I could handle getting it in the ass... But just the idea drove her to impale her throat on his thick cock over and over until she became worried about bringing up her delicious dinner.{else
}Derek's fingers suddenly dug into her wet snatch, pulling her hips closer to him and shifting her weight. She went down to the balls, **** on his thick cock as he masterfully fingered her slit.
"You like that... don't you?" All she could do was moan and suck. Finally... someone who knows what I need.... {endif
}
{else
}Derek's fingers tangled in her hair. "Do you mind?" He asked, with his voice oozing the confidence of a man expecting an affirmative response. "I like to drive."
"Go ahead..." she gasped, licking his cock from tip to balls. "Fuck my face."
"I knew you were a dirty girl the moment I met you." His hand tightened in her locks, and he proceeded to do just as she had asked, fucking her mouth without hesitation. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties, and she fished a free hand into them to masturbate.
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}