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 thisA 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.
