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Chapter 6

Weirdly, Z hesitated. Although she had previously ridden the carousel openly in the park and just got plummeted into behind closed doors in her friend’s bedroom without permission, she was not quite ready to be fully naked outside. However, looking at how naughty and excited B looked after dropping everyone else off and how nothing seemed to have gone wrong the previous time, Z reluctantly acceded to the request, demanding that the windows be kept up this time. She did feel like people were staring at her previously, although she couldn’t know for sure. B was only too happy to oblige as he waited for Z to peel her clothes away, joyfully tossing them to the backseat whenever a piece came loose. Needless to say, B intentionally chose the long route back to Z’s place, enjoying the blowjob skills that Z seem to have brushed up.

Focusing all of her attention on B’s organic gear stick, Z felt B’s firm hand on the back of her head, forcing her down a little more than she could handle as the car came to a complete stop, presumably at a traffic light. Wanting to protest at the rough treatment, Z heard the unmistakable whizz of the windows lowering, followed by a gush of warm air onto her exposed pussy that was held high up in the air while she bent over the driver’s seat. Hurrying to lie flat to prevent further exposure, Z felt her head lit up on fire as she was plucked mercilessly upwards by her hair by the same hand that was pushing it down just seconds ago.

Frantically looking around, Z couldn’t decide which was worse, the pain of being picked up by her hair or the humiliation of surfacing, only to make eye contact with a male stranger in the next car staring straight at her. At parts of her she didn’t want just anyone to see, her full nakedness. Z froze, unsure of what to do, feeling exposed and once again like a cheap slut, a piece of meat used by men. It seemed obvious what she had been doing, with strands of saliva stretched from the sides of her mouth and her tits, uncovered and hanging out. Z’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment as the stranger cheered and B groped one of her mounds appreciatively in response. Fortunately the light turned green and B sped away, leaving the other car in the dust.

Little did Z know that B had intentionally chose to do those things at that particular traffic light because B’s car was first in line at the red light and there happened to be one car on each side of them. It wasn’t only the driver-side window that was whizzed down, but rather both. In other words, while Z’s attention was fully focused on the stranger in front of him, her rear left nothing to the imagination for the other driver on the left side of B’s car, who got a pleasant surprise.

“What the fuck was that B?” Z wanted to ask as the other car disappeared out of sight. Instead, Z’s face was simply thrusted right onto B’s dick once again, except this time, B held it there to shut Z up until they had reached their destination. Gagging and drooling on B’s dick, Z can’t help but to hold it there unwillingly, occasionally shifting her tongue around the intruder in boredom. Fuming by the time she was let up, Z prepared to give B a piece of her mind when B simply ignored her and reached over to tie her hands between the headrest of the passenger seat.