Yeah She Is

Ah yeah. She definitely has to be. Otherwise, she wouldn't be asking this, right?

"I don't know, but I'd like to think so. I mean, only a freak could write like that, right?"

Her eyes seems to twinkle and a sexy smirk forms on her lips.

"How kinky do you you think I am?" Her hand comes to rest on my thigh. She slowly strokes up and down, her range of motion increasing.

"As kinky as I'm willing to make you, I'm sure." Without much thought, I reach out and pull her hand to my cock, over my jeans. We hold eye contact for a while.

Nina leans over just a little bit more, her shades swinging in midair as I get a better look down into her cleavage. She unbuttons my jeans, and pulls out my pole. She strokes it up and down, never breaking eye contact.

I squirm in my seat a little and then glancing around briefly, I take her head in my hand and try to pull it down.

"Stop it," she says. "I'll miss the city."

What a fucking tease, I'm thinking. But then Nina blows my mind. She slides down in her seat and in mere seconds she's undone her jeans and pushed them down to her knees with her black lace panties. Then she climbs into my lap and guides me into her soaking hot box.

She spreads her jacket over her lap, covering us up and rocks back in forth, fucking me as she looks out unto the city.