Bad At Driving, Great At Fucking

Romi Rain sits in the driver's seat, legs spread a little wider than usual, stealing glances at Athena's thighs. "You been to actual driving school?" Athena grins like a cocky frat boy, saying she skipped all that shit—she racks up first place every time she plays Gran Turismo, so why waste time on the slow lane? Romi wants to roll her eyes, but Athena’s perky confidence makes her clit twitch. Ten seconds later, Athena slams the car into drive, flooring it. "Time to take first place again!" Romi’s yelling something about this not being a goddamn race while the tires squeal. Later, back at the DMV, Athena leans against Romi’s desk, skirt hiked an inch too high. "So, did I pass?" Romi laughs in disbelief—says Athena just failed harder than anyone she’s ever tested. Athena pouts, suggests another shot at the wheel; Romi shuts it down. "Six months, minimum." But then Athena slides onto the desk, spreading her knees, saying she’ll prove how good she really is—with her mouth, her fingers, her pussy. Romi feels her willpower snap like a cheap bra strap. Athena may be a disaster behind the wheel, but she tongue-fucks like an Olympic event and Romi’s soon knuckles-deep, moaning that maybe this slut deserves one more test after all.