Get a little something right now

"Before we step out, could you do a little something for me?"

She smiles knowingly. "What could that be?"

"You've got me so hard already, I don't think I can walk in there without everyone knowing what we're up to."

"Really?" she coos, inching closer to you.

"Could you blow me right now?" You grab the seat adjuster and pull back as much as you can to give her plenty of room.

She looks down at the bulge in your pants and back at you through the camera, smiling wickedly. "Well, if you think it will help?

She leans over your lap and you position the camera so it can get a good angle, slowly panning through the windows to capture the everyday scene outside of cars on the street and shoppers walking by, not paying any attention to you.

"Oh, look how stiff your poor cock is!" she sighs, feeling your rod through your pants. You point the camera back down at her and she stares dreamily into the lens, putting on a show. "I'm just going to have to do something about this."

She slowly unzips your fly and reaches into your boxers. Smiling, she looks inside at what she's grabbed and then back at the camera. "It's soooo hard!" she whispers, crinkling her nose.

You groan a little as she pulls your member out, looking around to make sure that no one's staring outside. So far so good.

She plants a kiss on the tip, then darts her tongue out in little cat-like licks down and up the shaft, pausing to murmur to the camera. "I can still taste me on it. I've been sucking on this all morning and I've only just begun to fuck it. Now watch this." And with that she buries your cock deep into her mouth.

You gasp as her head bobs up and down a few more times before she pops your dick out again, a string of spit flowing from her lips to your tip. She smiles and looks up to you instead of the camera.

"You're liking this, aren't you baby?"

You nod tensely and glance outside to make sure you're still in the clear.

She looks back at the camera and winks. "You know what? I think we've played enough for now." And with that, she slides your very ripe member back into your pants and pulls the zipper over it -- the material straining against your rock-hard rod.

She bounces up and bounds out of the door.

"Shall we head on in, sweetie?"

She laughs, wipes her mouth, and scampers towards the "bookstore."