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“What’s taking her so long?” sighed Malika as she rested back in her seat. The fog was beginning to blind the windshield of Jane’s car to where Jannete reached over and cranked the heat. It had been a 241.30 km drive from Evansville to St. Louis, Missouri, which all anyone needed was a good stretch of their legs and a large black coffee.
They had been parked outside along North of 9th Street, directly across from Shahs Salon. Jane was supposedly getting her extensions done for her Instagram. She was your typical case who was a prisoner to her image and a devoted slave to her brand. Owned and ran an online clothing shop for transwomen, siss, and nonbinary.
A sudden text notification had sounded from Jannete’s phone. She exhaled after reading it, then casually reached behind her seat to grab a folded comforter. “What?” asked Malika. While tucking the end corners into her shoulders, she turned with a subtle disappointed grin. “We’re going to be a while.” Jannete responded.
Both were an equal match of length and girth if ever compared. They’d surely soon be breathing in each other’s pheromones to where only Jannete knew there wedged a small plastic container of petroleum jelly between the driver’s manual and a box of Kleenex in the glove compartment.
It became rather stuffy to where Malika had removed her shoes and socks. She then rolled the sleeves back on her hoodie and reclined her seat. “You ok?” Asked Jannete.
Malika wanted to get home in time to pick up a footlong from Subway before they closed and was getting a bit hungry. “Yeah, just wanna get home.” Jannete eventually suggested that they level the seats to where they could snuggle under the blanket together and turn off the heat. After all, they didn’t want to drain the battery of Jane’s car.
So, they switched off the heater fans and did just that. At first, everything was a mutual exchange of body warmth until their hands started to wander, rub, and tug. Their slippery erections slimed like snails and tasted saltysweet. It was a definite pantsdown encouragement where Jannete made a rustling Bline to the glove compartment while Malika got on allfours with her bottoms around her thighs, back arched, and holding her bum cheeks spread far apart.
Before Jane had finally returned to the car, Malika and Jannete had long finished in each other’s ass.
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