Suddenly, the car slowed a little. My heart skipped a beat, thinking he saw us.

"What is that? Why are we slowing down?" I asked, my voice slightly breathless. I didn't stop, though. I kept riding Randy’s dick, my hips moving in those small, desperate circles that were keeping me on the edge.

"The police are three poles from us. You know what it means," Henry said.

I panicked instantly. I knew exactly what it meant. It’s a serious offense to overload a car, not to talk of slapping a grown person in the backseat. Seat belt violations were included as well, since there was no way a belt could...