Road Head...And Sex

When we swung by to scoop Keni for our summer break at the cabin, the mood was euper ecstatic upon spotting him. Yet Moretta, I reckon, took the crown for the highest zest levels, like utterly thrilled. A state of rapture, practically demanding indulgence in the very act of passionate lovemaking, unfolding promptly at the back of my trusty sports utility vehicle.

At least my spacious wagon came in clutch on that frisky occassion!.