Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 64

Brett was right. No one stepped up to the plate and grew enough balls to race him, well except for Brett himself.

With his arm slang on the side of the door, Brett nudges his chin cockily. ” Ready to eat my dust?”

Tyler shook his head, a smirk curving on his lips. “Not if you eat mine first.” He revved his car and hears the loud yells of excitement from everyone behind.

Brett laughed.

A girl, not older than him with shorts ending just below her ass and a tight crop shirt comes between the two cars. In her hand was a red handkerchief that would set the race going.

She cock her hips, and her mascara so thick and dark makes it hard to see her eyes properly. Not that Tyler cared to see the color of her eyes.

“Ready?!” She yelled, lifting up her hand with the kerchief.

Both Tyler and Brett revved their cars and looked at each other with a smirk on their faces.

“Set!” Her screechy voice yelled.

Tyler revved louder and Brett follows suit.

“Go!”

Tyler face forward, stepping on the accelerator and pushes forward. Quickly, the thrilling feeling he usually gets when racing swamps his body.

It felt so good.

So freeing.

He listened to his engine, the vibration of the gear stick, feel the whipping of the wind against his ears, and loved it.

But then whilst meditating on those feelings and sounds….he also tasted.

And he tasted her.

Tyler breathed in a sharp breath through his nose and clumsily turned the wheel. Luckily he had time to set his hands properly and avoid a collision.

him. The little fucker flipped him the middle finger as he races

of his mouth with the tip of his

Cherries.

as his fingers twitch on the wheel as if in search of Layla’s

it!” He growled aloud as he stepped

even in his races

teeth until it hurt, cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses

Tyler wanted to race in that tournament. And the only reason he even accepted to race with

not give up a

This was a race.

man

foot stepped on the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as images of Layla’s pink pussy lips

into his mind.

as

and stepped on the accelerator harder

something to him, but Tyler’s mind was a bit focused on something

needing to finish the

the steering wheel tighter, glaring at the dirt road

can hold up until then…..surely

felt the familiar feeling of his cock twitching and cursed the heavens and hell. He didn’t understand why his body was

didn’t understand what he had done for him

zoomed past Brett’s

screeching.

and then he needed something, anything to get his

healthy to practically crave one girl so badly.

cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to get wet

of his cock and that proved to not have

Tyler presses harder and harder on the accelerator. The finishing line was clear in sight but Layla’s wet pussy was

She

good thing.

had to focus. And not

and sped past

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