The necessity of a towel
It was always an exercise in patience — taking her past the point of not wanting to cum again and disregarding her whispered protests. She always took joy in a soaked towel.
Everything is just soaked
As I was settling into the drive back, I heard shifting beside me and with a side glance noticed parted legs, the hint of golden pubic hair exposed by a summer dress pulled up slightly and panties still looped around an ankle. My gaze moved back to the road as a car came over the hill and as I smiled and started to say something witty, I heard a proclamation,
“I very horny babe!”