[He was doing his damnest to not sound vulnerable right now, but what escapes from his throat are strained grunts. His hips wiggle beyond his own control to the rhythm of her touch. This just wasn't fair at all! If she wants to go further, she simply had to get through a belt buckle, button and a zipper. It's a triple A.T field threat!]
For the love of-- You can't be serious right now! How can I even do that when my hands are on THE WHEEL, you dummy!?
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For the love of-- You can't be serious right now! How can I even do that when my hands are on THE WHEEL, you dummy!?