She tells him what his friends were doing

She sits back on her heels, flushed and satisfied, licking her glossy lips clean with a satisfied smile and staring at me.

“How was that?” she asks, sounding as playful as I’ve ever heard her.

I’m panting, and finally able to relax, so I drop my head back against the seat. “Jesus… Sofia… that was…”

She smirks at me, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. “That good, huh?”

“Understatement of the fucking century.”

“Sorry we missed it on your actual birthday,” she says, looking back down at my still mostly erect cock. “But I figure we’re still out celebrating it, so close enough.”

“Believe me, I’m not about to complain. Besides, it’s still my birthday somewhere, right?”

She grins, then glances over her shoulder toward where Eddie and Lauren had been. “Did you see what they were doing before we dropped them off?”

I shake my head, still catching my breath. “Not really. Couldn’t see much from my angle, and… I wasn’t exactly trying to stare at my buddy and his girl.”

She nods, scooting as close as she can to the seat, so her tits press against my thighs. Her nails scratch along my legs while she lets me recover, and I can feel the hard sequins of her dress scraping against my knees.

“I could see more than I particularly wanted at first,” she says, and my brow twitches, picking up on the last two words she just said. “He was fingering her. Deep. You could tell from the seat she was soaked before they even moved.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured all that from what I caught, even without being able to see,” I say. “At least he tried to cover her mouth to keep her quiet at some point.”

“Ha,” she lets out. “You mean when she started whimpering louder?” she asks, and I nod. “Uh-uh. When she started whimpering louder, he didn’t cover her mouth. He’d pulled his fingers out of her and stuffed them in her mouth instead. She only got more muffled because she was sucking on them while he kept going with the other hand. That’s why she sounded muffled.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Damn.”

“Yeah.” Caught up in her story, I barely realize she’s stroking me absently. “I’m not into girls,” she continues, “but… for such a petite little thing, her tits were actually pretty nice.”

I blink. “Wait- you saw her tits?”

Sofia’s eyebrows go up, and she chews on her lip, while the corners of the go up in a teasing grin. “Yeah. She pulled them out at one point. You didn’t notice?”

“I… think I saw when it happened, but no, like I said, I couldn’t see anything from my angle. Does she know you saw all of that?”

She nods emphatically. “Oh yeah. She knows I saw.”

“You seem pretty sure about that.”

“Well, it was kind of hard to miss her staring right at me half the time they were going at it. I’m not sure if it was more about her watching me, or if she wanted me to watch her.”

I stare at her. “You think she had a crush on you?”

Sofia shrugs playfully. “Maybe. Could be that she just likes an audience.” She winks. “Either way… I never knew how hot it could be to watch something like that in person. It’s not like porn. It’s far more… intimate,” she finishes with conviction on the last word.

Her fingers keep teasing me, and as I eye my cock, I see I’m back to being fully hard. She follows my line of sight, smirking when she notices it too.

She keeps those languid strokes going from base to tip, until they’re not so teasing and her thumb is circling the head every time she reaches it. I don’t know if it’s a fresh bead of precum or leftover cum from my orgasm, but either way, it wells up, and she smears it around my helmet with a tantalizing little hum.

“You say you weren’t trying to see what they were doing,” she murmurs, flicking her eyes from my cock to my face, “but it sure doesn’t seem like you mind hearing about it.”

I swallow, groaning at the way my body betrays me yet again. “That’s, uh- that’s from what you’re doing. Not them. You’re the one who’s got me like this.”

She ignores the deflection completely, smirking as she tightens her grip hard enough to make me grunt.

“You think I can get you off again before we get to my place, papi?” she asks as if she’s challenging me.

I glance out the window, trying to gauge where we are, but I don’t recognize anything, nor do I have any idea what route he’s taking to her house. But I do know he didn’t get on the freeway. “I don’t even know how far we are at this point.”

Her smile turns mischievous. “Then I guess I better get to work, just in case we’re close.”

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