Valentines Day ruined...

As Regina started the car, Kyle, still in a haze, climbed into the passenger seat, while Brandi, feeling humiliated and betrayed, was left with **** but to take the back seat. Regina, not wasting any time, reached over and placed her hand on Kyle's thigh, her fingers grazing the bulge in his pants. "How are you feeling, Kyle?" Kyle, still under the influence, let out a moan, his head falling back as Regina began to unbuckle his belt.

Brandi, unable to believe what was happening, glared at the two of them, her heart heavy with anger and disbelief. Brandi, still reeling from the events that had just unfolded, finally found her voice. "Regina, where are you taking us? We should be going home." Regina, completely unfazed by Brandi's glare, reached into Kyle's pants, pulling out his erect cock.

Regina, feeling the need for more excitement, told Brandi, "Oh, we're not going home just yet, Brandi. We're all going on an adventure together. Now pull up your skirt and rub your clit until you cum. I want to watch you while I jerk off Kyle." She began to stroke Kyle, her hand moving up and down with practiced ease. Feeling a mix of arousal and humiliation, Brandi did as she was told, her heart racing.

Kyle, feeling Regina's hand on his cock, began to stir. He could sense that something was happening, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Still reeling, he barely registered Regina's instructions. Unable to control himself, he let out a groan, his head thrown back as he surrendered to the pleasure Regina was providing. He was too drunk to understand the full extent of what was happening.

Brandi, feeling completely powerless, could only watch in horror as her Valentine's Day date turned into a twisted, depraved display of lust. Brandi, feeling her stomach drop, could only stare as Regina, sitting in the driver's seat, stroked Kyle's cock, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. As they drove, Regina continued to stroke Kyle, her hand moving faster and faster.

Brandi, in the back seat, could feel her desire building. She spread her legs, her fingers finding their way to her swollen clit. She began to rub, her breathing becoming more and more ragged. She could feel the car's vibrations adding to her arousal. Feeling the pleasure building, let out a soft moan. She could feel the orgasm approaching, the need to release.

Regina, watching Brandi in the rearview mirror, felt a sense of satisfaction. She could see the way Brandi's body was reacting, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. Seeing Brandi's impending orgasm, she sped up her strokes on Kyle's cock. She wanted to make sure that he came at the same time as Brandi. Regina felt Kyle's cock pulsing in her hand.

Sensing that Kyle was close, she leaned in, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking as she continued to stroke. She began to deep throat his cock. Kyle, unable to hold back any longer, let out a loud groan, his hips bucking as he came, his hot cum filling Regina's mouth. Regina, not missing a beat, swallowed his load, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Brandi had no idea how things had spiraled so out of control, but she knew she had to put a stop to it. Feeling a mix of anger, humiliation, and confusion, she struggled to find the words to respond, but found none. Brandi, felt the orgasm wash over her and let out a loud, guttural moan. Her body shook with pleasure as she came, her juices soaking the seat beneath her.

Regina, satisfied with the outcome, leaned back in her seat, her breathing heavy. She then straightened her clothes, as if nothing had happened. She turned to Brandi, who was still recovering from her orgasm. "Well, that was as close as you're getting to fucking your boyfriend tonight," she said, fondling Kyle's limp dick. Brandi, in shock, sat in the back seat, her heart racing. "Happy Valentines Day," smirked Regina.