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A wave of heat passes over his face making me smile. I trail my fingertips closer to the increasingly tight area around his groin. All the while with the other hand, I raise my drink and take a sip continuing the chatter around the table. “Earl, are you alright?” Cynthia asks. Only Cynthia was across from us, her date Paul had gone up to the register and was currently paying for our tab at a restaurant. Earl quickly adjusts his shirt and visibly gulps, as I casually slip my hand into my bag and pretend to look for something. Cynthia has no idea of what is going on. “I’m a little under the weather.” Earl lies quickly. His face is flushed and his eyes are glistening. I graze my fingertips across his thigh and I can feel him shiver in anticipation. “Maybe you should go home,” Cynthia insists. “No, I’m fine really.” Earl insists. “Are you sure babe? We can go to the movies some other time.” I ask him, sliding my hand back to the inside of his thigh before slightly squeezing his package. The booth we were sitting in covered any trace of my movements. Paul’s voice interrupts us. His deep voice surprises me and when I turn I can see his eyes flick to see my hand resting on Earl’s groin. I don’t move my hand if anything I continue to massage Earl’s erection. Earl adjusts himself slightly giving me more access to do as I please. We both enjoy the thrill of having someone watch us. Paul’s eyes widen in surprise but he only clears etimesgut escort his throat. “What’d I miss?” His eyes dart back to me and I notice a slight shift in his position, but otherwise he acts unfazed. “We were just about to go to the movies. Speaking of which, we are late.” Cynthia replies. Her blonde curls bounce as she half drags Paul towards the exit. “Wouldn’t want to miss that, would we?” Paul smirks. Earl pushes me in front of him in an attempt to hide his hard on. My hard on, the one I created. I delightfully think. Once inside Paul’s car, Earl and I are in the back while Cynthia and Paul are in the front. Paul’s eyes meet mine through the rear view mirror and I lick my lips in response before giving a knowing smile at Earl. Earl’s green eyes light up in response. The truth is he enjoys this game as much as I do. With the radio on full blast, I undo my seat belt and slowly readjust myself next to Earl, careful to make sure that Paul can see us. There’s no point in doing such naughty things without an audience. “Are you hard?” I whisper into Earl’s ear, while running my hands underneath his shirt feeling the contours of his chest. “Do you want to fuck me hard? Do you want to punish me for teasing you during dinner?” I lick my way up his neck and suck on his ear lobe, all the while rubbing his hardened erection through the material of his jeans. His hands explore my body, eryaman escort while mine explore his. “Please, tell me you’re hard. Hmmm, I want your cock so bad. I want to taste it.” “Can I please have a taste? “ I continue to tease him before biting his lip softly A slight groan escapes his lips in response, before he removes my hands from his groin. “Be a good girl, and you’ll get a taste of my cum.” He half growls and half whispers into my ear. I shiver with lust, and squeeze my legs together to help alleviate some of the need growing inside of me. I pout my lips in response but say nothing. “What movie do you want to watch?” Cynthia calls out. I pause and look back into the mirror. Paul hasn’t said a word but instead looks red, excited, his pupils were palpable and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. Both Earl and I smile at Paul’s reaction. We both knew that he was watching us and enjoying every second of it. The lust in the air was growing and electrifying. Earl unfastenens his pants and immediately releases his beautiful cock. A small sliver of precum is visible, making me lick my lips in anticipation. The flashing of car headlights make it look all the more impressive. I want to taste him and put my lips around his shaft but for now I would have to settle with my hands. I softly envelope the bottom of his shaft around my fingers. I alternate between lightly stroking it and fondling sincan escort his balls keeping up a steady rhythm. “Umm. Dunno, which one do you want to watch?” I ask Cynthia nonchalantly, all while my movements with my hands do not falter. “How about the Nicholas Spark one?” “Hmmm. What do you think Paul?” I ask. I look into the mirror and can see Paul gazing at me, with feral lust in his eyes. The hardened look sends shock waves of desire through me and I can feel a trickle of pussy juice slip out of my slit. Paul only half mumbles a response while gritting his teeth. Earl chuckles, “Not that crap.” Acting perfectly natural, as if receiving a handjob in the back of a car was a day to day thing. “Fine. We’ll watch something else.” Cynthia whines, completely clueless. I quicken the pace around Earl’s shaft in response, as his fingers pry into my cleavage. Earl’s fingertips graze across my breasts, squeezing and twisting my hardened nipples. He flicks them and envelops one in his mouth. A small moan escapes my lips, as his tongue flicks and sucks around them. All of a sudden the car stops, and both Earl and I quickly readjust ourselves. Earl shoves his cock back inside his pants and I make sure to cover my exposed breasts. The tinted windows stop us from being seen from people on the sidewalk. “Lynn I swear I’m going to take you right here and now if you don’t get your ass out of this car.” Earl growls at me before pulling me out of the vehicle. I had been teasing him all throughout dinner and the whole ride here, without letting him cum. “What’s going on?” Cynthia yells, as Earl half drags me across the street. His rampant erection, although confined in his pants, was also clearly exposed to the world.
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