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Unable to hold back against her desire Max lunged forward. She grabbed her friend’s head with both hands and crushed her lips onto his in an animalistic, brutal kiss. Stunned, Luke staggered backwards until his shoulder blades hit the cold, hard stone wall, while Max shoved her tongue into his mouth. His hands travelled forward, moving to her tight ass-cheeks on their own and started to squeeze them roughly as he started to get into the kiss and his tongue began dueling with hers in a ferocious battle.

A tiny voice in the back of Max head screamed at her to stop, that this was wrong, but the rest of her body ignored it. The rush of energy was too overwhelming, flushing away the weariness that had overcome her with the orgasm.

Her mouth never leaving his, not even slowing down for a second, her hands wandered down. Her fingers traced lines over his well-defined chest and flat, muscular stomach until they found their price: the buckle of his belt. Quickly she pulled it open and went to work on his pants when she felt his hands on hers, stopping her.

She broke the kiss and pulled back, looking at him questioningly. “Why?” she asked. The first thing she had managed to say so far.

He groaned when he felt the sweet **** stopping and moaned. Slowly he opened his eyes. “M-Max, no…”

This elicited a frustrated groan from Max. “Please! Don’t tell me you’re not into this! Your approval is pressing against my hip right now!” Again she got to work on the zipper of his jeans, again he stopped her.

“That… that’s not what I meant,” he stammered, trying to focus on the words, but hopelessly sidetracked by her scent and the warmth of her body, “The guy that got away… He’s gonna get himself some backup and he’ll be back any second! And I like my head where it is: on my shoulders and not rolling around as an improvised soccer ball in some gang member’s backyard!”

He could see the fight in Max’ eyes: the need to fuck his brains out right there and the instinct to avoid the danger. Right now they balanced each other.

“My car is parked right around the corner and my new apartment is close…” he trailed off, the suggestion clear.

Finally, Max let go of his belt and stepped back. “Fine…” she muttered and Luke let go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, but just a second later she had grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the back alley and towards the nearby parking lot.

She immediately recognized the old black Ford Luke had inherited from his uncle and pulled him towards it. Grinning he unlocked the car and opened his door and they quickly got in.

“How far is your apartment?” Max asked, her horniness once again taking over.

“About five minutes…” Luke guessed, starting the engine.

“Fine,” Max answered, a naughty smile spreading over her lips, “Let’s play a little game…”

“A game?” Luke asked, giving her an insecure look.

Max leaned over until her breasts pushed against his arm and her lips were less than an inch away from his ear and whispered huskily “If you manage not to cum until we’re in front of your apartment, I’ll let you do anything!” With that she started nibbling on his earlobe and her hands started opening the zip of his jeans, not even waiting for an answer “… absolutely anything!”

“Motherfucker!” Luke coughed as she reached into his boxers with one of her small, soft hands and pulled his long, hard cock out and watched wide-eyed as she lowered her head into his lap, pulled his foreskin back and tentatively licked his bell-shaped head.

“You better start driving!” Max grinned before she engulfed his manhood with her soft, pouty lips.

“Motherf…” Luke cursed again and jammed the car into first gear before speeding off.