She opened her mouth now and latched both her lips around Cliff’s bottom and twisted her head softly side to side. She was creating a glossy tapestry with her infused saliva – her tongue the brush against the canvas of his lips.
Half of her body lay on the driver’s side, leaning against Cliff’s chest, as the two lapped at each other, diluting the drink with their own thirsty spit.
Raina unscrewed the second bottle and pulled away from the kiss long enough to pop the small bottle between Cliff’s lips and pour.
“Don’t swallow,” She instructed and she heard Cliff moan softly and nod.
When the bottle was empty, Raina pushed her tongue in its place and lapped at the warm liquor he held for her.
She sucked on Cliff’s tongue, bobbing her head forward and back as it stretched and stiffened inside her mouth.
After a moment, Raina pulled away and giggled at the disoriented Cliff.
“Why’d you stop?” he asked. His voice was husky now.
“That was the pre-game,” Raina said. “Let’s go in now. I’m ready.”
Cliff adjusted his waistband and sighed deeply. “You got my dick hard already.”
“Keep that energy,” Raina said, reapplying the gloss to her lips in the mirror.
The car was turned back to the address on the invitation, and Cliff aligned the driver window with the gate access control.
Raina felt the same tingling of nervousness as before, and this time was not unnerved. As Cliff extended his hand to punch in a code into the control box, flashes of fantasies she had daydreamed many nights before suddenly played on fast-forward in Raina’s mind.
She reached across to take Cliff’s free hand and guide it to her left thigh. He pinched and scratched the skin beneath his fingers and Raina exhaled.
Tinges of euphoria and freedom began creeping in, and Cliff’s rhythmic scratches on her inner thigh kept her grounded in her body.
Here they go.
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