His hands grip the wheel, but I’ve got him pulsing under my touch, stroking slowly as he tries not to swerve. Recording every twitch, her man, my plaything. She’s waiting at home while I lean in, feeling him harden just for me. Wonder if she’ll taste my perfume on him later...

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