Better to ask

"Uh, Cindi..."

"Yeah." She took another turn way too fast.

"You look completely hot. Can I snap a photo?"

Cindi took her eyes completely off the road to stare at him. "Are you kidding? I'm a mess. That is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard."

"But..."

"Look, I know guys are visual. So I'll send you a selfie, okay? But with my makeup done and my hair nice and everything. But if you share it with anyone, I swear I'll cut off your balls. I mean it. I've heard about those **** sites and I think it's horrible that girls send pictures to boyfriends and then the boyfriends just stab them in the back."

"Of course I won't share."

"You'd better not."

She skidded into his driveway. "See you tomorrow, Matt."

"I know you're in a hurry but I need another kiss before you go." Without waiting for an answer, Matt bent over the center console and kissed Cindi hard on the lips as he traced one hand, lightly, over her tits. "Damn," he said as he pulled away. "I'm hard as a rock."

Cindi giggled as he **** his erect cock back into his jeans and tugged up the zipper.

"See you tomorrow, Cindi. And thanks for the date."