“What’s cookin’?” he says, poking me in the side. Bokepindo “Missed you, missed…this,” I say softly, sliding my hand up his leg to lightly grip his cock through his baggy jeans. A few moments of this goes by and he cums hard, leaning down to kiss me and bite my lip. I look up at him, taking my mouth away from his dick, and smile before his hand goes to the back of my head and lightly pushes down. “Jesus fucking christ,” I squeal, and he shifts himself to a different angle, my knees pressed against my own chest, his arm on either side of me. As we pull out out the parking spot and onto the highway, I get an idea in my head. “What’s cookin’?” he says, poking me
