Use the world's smallest stop sign.

“Stop it,” Mara barely told Kevin off. He had her fingers close around the outline of his hard cock and feel its familiar length and size.

“It feels so good though,” Kevin groaned. He knew Mara was a people pleaser at heart. It was how he’d been about to take advantage of her so much in the past.

“You said we were just going to talk,” she complained again.

Kevin was raising his hips up off the back seat as Mara would slide her grip down along his shaft. It was bad but ok so far. It was just some over-the-clothes stuff.

“We’re still talking,” Kevin reassured her but then asked, “Can you take it out?”

“No! I’m not doing that,” Mara said and that was the first time Kevin heard some resolve in her voice.

He didn’t push her though. As she continued to rub his cock over his pants, Kevin moved his hand further up Mara’s hoodie top coming to her tits. She had a flimsy cotton sports bra on underneath that gave no defence as Kevin darted his hand inside and started to cup and feel her tits. A flush started to perfuse Mara’s cheeks as Kevin rubbed and teased her nipples. The soft skin constricted and formed into hard points of pleasure. Soft moans broke through her lips when Kevin would surprise her with shocking pinches of her little nubs. Mara was turning it putty in his hands.

Leaning down Kevin brought his face in against the soft skin of Mara’s neck and started to kiss and suck against her flesh.

“Nooo-oow Kevin…” Mara gasped but it was a lament of wanting that a dispute.

Her fight was completely gone when Kevin adjusted them enough so that he could snake his free hand under the waistband of her track pants and into her panties. It was warm between her thigh. Kevin first cupped Mara’s mound, feeling how she rolled with his touch. Entering her knickers, Kevin could feel the soft smooth skin of Mara’s bald kitty before the slickly wetness of her outer lips. Moaning louder, Kevin coated his fingertips first in Mara’s juices before sliding a quick finger and then another inside her.

“N… N… N…” Random syllables escaped Mara’s lips as her mind engrossed itself with what Kevin was doing for her.

For a five count of minutes, Kevin continued to finger-fuck his old plaything. Driving his knuckles as deep as he could inside her. Curling his fingertips against her tender G-spot and then repeat the journey over and over again. Not a single item of clothing had been removed when Mara’s peaked cries announced her peak. The digits on Kevin’s hand became moisture-logged as all the fluids of arousal flowed out around him. Thick sticky girl grease collected and poolled down between Mara’s cheeks to be caught and contained by the fabric of her panties.

Kevin had her ride the rollercoaster of satisfaction all the way to the station. Expertly edging her along like a conductor of climax. When he took his pussy coated fist from Mara’s waist her eyes were shut, basking in the sensations one final time.