What are you doing?” I asked her, finding an exit and pulling onto a backroad as quickly as possible.

“Can I ask you a question?” She said, lifting one foot up and placing it on the seat next to her ass.

“Sure,” I said, pulling off onto an unfinished side road that led nowhere and coming to a stop.

“Do you like me?” She asked then.

“Of course I like you,” I said with an awkward smile. She turned to herself, suds on flat chest, narrow waist, softening cock, water washing it clean.

“Nice,” Ken said, voice softening, warm now as he stepped out,Fucking grabbing a towel. Third set, fifteen, his thighs screaming, his arousal pulsing, his breaths sharp. It was on the first floor, farthest away from the other bedrooms.