Spit

Turning away from him, Connie leaned her head and shoulders out of the window on the passenger side and spat. She did that several times before drawing her head back inside and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

“I’m really sorry,” she told him. “But I hate swallowing that stuff.”

“Connie, that’s fine,” Smith assured her, placing his arm around her shoulders and hugging her to him.

“I don’t mind sucking a guy off,” she said, tracing her finger along the length of Smith’s now flaccid organ. “I don’t even mind when they come in my mouth. But swallowing that stuff…”

She gave a slight shiver, “Yuckie!”