I let out a low breath, momentarily speechless at how casually filthy she was.
"Just… wear a normal bikini please, okay?" I compromised.
"Okaaay. I will. Jeez," she teased, rolling her eyes. "I didn't know you were this smothering, Evan."
"I'm not. I'm not forcing you to wear anything. You can wear whatever you want. I'm just asking."
"Yeah, I know," she said warmly. "That's why I love you."
She leaned in and kissed my neck softly, her lips lingering there for a moment. Then she pulled back with a mischievous grin.
"Low-key a jealous guy, huh?"
"I'm not."
"Uh-uh, you jealous guy," she giggled. She finally let go of my dick, giving it one last affectionate pat, and stood up. "I'm gonna wipe myself off. Be right back."
"Yup."
I leaned back again, staring up at the ceiling with a long exhale.
"Yup… yup… yup…"
I shut my eyes.
"Fucking yup."
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I pulled the car over across the street from the gas station and killed the engine.
