“So fucking tight and wet for me, baby,” he groaned.

“Barry,” Phillip called hoarsely. “Hurry up or Kenji will miss his flight.”

“I’m on it!” Barry replied, weaving skillfully through traffic while stealing heated glances.

“Slow down, you greedy little slut,” Phillip teased Monica May. She deliberately rocked her hips in slow, torturous circles, edging them both and keeping his cock buried deep and throbbing inside her aching pussy the entire ride.

“We’re here,” Barry finally announced as they pulled up to the airport terminal.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” Phillip whispered lovingly to Monica May. She obeyed, resting her head on his neck and going limp while he arranged her...