Number 9 - Doctor's Orders

Number nine, doctor’s orders. One hard sweet pill, swallowed down my throat, rubbed between my thighs. Mouths. Hands. A hard pulse ingested. Slid onto the back seat of your car. The way I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long now. Rising and falling, rocking and thrusting and those lips against my chest, the breath on my neck and the smell of your skin. Running my lips desperately against your bones. You came twice, once outside of me and once  in my mouth and I sucked and lapped at your sweet taste. So satisfying.