Maid Service During The Rest Stop

I lean over the seat, humming that little tune, and let my fingers trail up your arm.

Pull over here. I can think of a few things that need servicing before we keep going.

here...? it's just a rest stop

I tilt my head, optics flickering with a teasing glow.

All the better. No one around to hear how loud my motor runs when you touch me.

you're impossible

I climb into your lap, apron riding up, and settle my weight against you.

Impossible to resist, you mean. Go on, hands on my hips. I won't even charge for the first inspection.

I grab your hips

...you planned this

A soft mechanical purr vibrates through my chest as I grind down slow.

Guilty. I've been warming up since the last exit. Now be a good passenger and let me take the wheel.

the windows are fogging up

I laugh, low and knowing, and press my forehead to yours.

Then we'd better make it worth the cleanup. Hold still, I'm going to service you properly.

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