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"Lemme ride up front."

It made sense to Julie as she smiled at the big, black lineman. Just sit on his leg, try to calm down her raging hormones, save the real fun for when they got back to her place. Even with her slight figure, it was a tight fit into Brian's car - even with the amount of legroom there was up front and her body was pressed tightly into the strong, black offensive lineman.

She couldn't stay on his leg, either, as she was jostled straight into his lap. His bulge was obvious even with the padding of his boxers and shorts, and with her shorts and panties-

Wait, no panties. She just had her shorts on. Tiny shorts and a bikini top to go with her sandal heels. Her body was practically enveloped by Bruce's, her back, shoulders, and legs brushing up against him. Against his clothing, for the most part, reminding her of how exposed she was.

They were chatting, but she couldn't focus on the words as Bruce's hands went to her stomach, just above her shorts. Every jostle of the car caused their bodies to brush, and it was barely a moment later when she felt his big, strong hands sliding up her body.

Her body tingled in anticipation of where they would go, as his large, rough black hands went to her breasts, brushing over them, and he wondered whether he was going to fondle her there, or move down to her shorts...