yes

While Hoda waited for Harold's response, she decided to put her iphone 5s down her jeans in order to feel the vibrations better. She had never done this before but not for any particular reason; mostly because she had just never thought to. The iphone 5s was cold on her sticky opening. Hoda worried it might have germs on it that she was exposing her **** vagina to but then decided that her vagina was resilient enough. Hoda believed that she might have the most resilient vagina the world had ever seen.

Hoda looked around her 2016 Honda Fit. She was pleased with the car. The leather seats were perfect, much better than cloth seats. If Hoda ever threw up in her car it would be easy to clean. If she had had cloth seats, not so much. This was a big plus for Hoda. Hoda hadn't thrown up in years but the thought of her car smelling like throw up for months on end in the unlikely case that she might lose control and throw up was too much for Hoda to bear. Hoda remembered when she was in the 2nd grade her neighbor Zachary had thrown up in her mother's car which had cloth seats. Every time they drove anywhere for months all Hoda could smell was Zachary's throw up. Hoda was afraid that she always smelled like Zachary's throw up on account of being in the car with it for so long. Hoda wondered if she still smelled like Zachary's throw up to this day and just didn't notice it anymore because her nose had become accustomed to the horrid smell...probably not.

A frenzied pulse ran through Hoda's slit. Hoda jumped. It was her iphone 5s receiving a message from Harold. Hoda decided that putting her iphone 5s down her pants was definitely what she should do from now on. It was much better than pressing it against the crotch of her jeans. Hoda pulled her iphone 5s out of her jeans. It was slightly sticky and wet with her snatch's lubricant. Hoda smelled the iphone 5s. She thought it smelled like ocean, just like her vagina.

Hoda opened the text.

yes

Hoda trembled. She felt lubricant sliding out of her trap door like a slug, slow, thick, and slimey. Harold's "yes" mirrored her's and she knew what his meant. She knew that Harold's "yes" meant that he wanted to come for a spin in her brand new, bright red 2016 Honda Fit and that he wanted to put his mouth on her mouth and maybe even fuck her tight tiny birthing hole until either or both of them exploded.

Hoda dropped a pin.

Harold texted:

omw