Yes (truth)

[Warning: ****]

You should lie. You need to lie. He was definitely going to try something. But, try as you may, you have always been a very honest person. Even lying to the dentist about having one too many sweets made you nervous and scared. It was always like your body just could not lie to me, you could never bring yourself to lie to people.

You took a deep breath as you looked to him, his eyes still glued forwards as he drove his

Ford Mustang.

“Uh… no. And, Zack, why are you grabbing my thigh?”

The truth and a question. That was all you could get out, as that was all that came to mind. Any other words seemed to **** in your throat. Your mind was a haze of worry and confusion as you swallowed, forcing that nervous lump that had been building back down.

Almost as soon as you had said that, you felt Zack squeezing your thigh. His rough, calloused fingers digging into your supple flesh which made you shudder. Your thighs tightened almost instinctively as your legs locked close. Despite your legs closing, his hand remained fixed on your thigh. Almost like a leech, a parasite… seeking to suck you of whatever you had to offer.

And what did you have to offer? Well the banging knock-off body of Mia Khalifa.

You should have felt nervous and scared when he squeezed your thigh. And yet? And yet you did not feel nervous or scared or afraid or anything remotely similar to that. No. Instead, it excited you. It made you feel dirty all over, like you wanted to shower… but also craved to stay here and get more of whatever this feeling was. You could feel a warm trinkle between your legs. Your pussy seemed to be demanding something as your body felt hot. Your breasts felt heavy, and there was an aching in your pelvis for something…

Wet, you were wet. Your hand flew up to hide your face, barely concealing the red blush staining your cheeks.

“Do you want me to stop?” That was all Zack said. He gave no answer to your earlier question.

“I…”