his eyes widening as he lowers his gaze and concentrates on my wet thong; he freezes in position for a few seconds, taking it all in, and I can practically feel the pressure within the vehicle rising.

When he finally reaches me, he places both hands on my ankles and slowly slides them up to my knees, then cuts inward and moves toward my inner thighs, his fingertips brushing against my drenched thong once more. Without taking his gaze away from mine, he lets a devious grin take over his lips and flicks my thong to the side; he runs the tip of his index finger up the length of...