Chapter 13: Weekend

It was finally Friday afternoon and Sam could literally feel the tension in the air. The anxious thoughts about the upcoming weekend made his heart beat faster. Julie had already prepared everything and was waiting for Frank to arrive. Sam felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

On the one hand, he could hardly wait until Frank was finally back with them, his feelings of lust and desire for freedom were too strong; on the other hand, he felt nervous butterflies in his stomach just at the thought that Julie and Frank would be doing it like rabbits all weekend again.

Around mid-afternoon, Sam heard the familiar sound of car tires on the driveway. He looked out the window and saw the tall, muscular Frank walking towards the front door with his luggage. Sam swallowed hard and went to the door. “Hey, Frank,” Sam greeted him as he opened the door.

“Hey, Sam, how’s it going?” Frank entered and put some of his luggage to one side. “Looking forward to the weekend.”

Julie came out of the living room and beamed when she saw Frank. “Frank, it’s good to see you!” She walked up to him and hugged him tightly, practically jumping on him like a bitch in heat.

Frank returned the hug and then looked at Sam. “Thank you for welcoming me back.” Sam nodded nervously. “Yes, of course.”

After Frank had greeted Sam and Julie, he took a deep breath and looked at his luggage. “Sam, could you please bring the suitcases in and take them to the bedroom?” Frank asked with a confident smile. It wasn’t a request, more of an invitation.

Sam felt his stomach tighten, but he nodded and replied quietly, “Of course, Frank.” He went outside and got the rest of Frank’s suitcases out of the car. The gentle breeze outside helped him to collect his thoughts. Meanwhile, Frank and Julie stayed behind in the kitchen. Frank looked deep into Julie’s blue eyes and asked tenderly, “Is the bedroom ready for us?”

Julie smiled and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Yes, Frank. Sam’s already moved into the guest room so you can have the master bedroom.” Her voice was soft.

Frank nodded with satisfaction. “Perfect. I knew I could count on you, babygirl.” He placed a hand on her hip and pulled her closer to him. “And how does that make you feel, sweetheart?”

Julie felt the warmth of his hand through the thin cloth of her dress and replied softly, “I can’t wait, Frank. I enjoyed it so much last time with you ... And I’m glad Sam enjoyed it as much as you said he would.”

Sam’s return to the kitchen with the suitcases interrupted the intimate conversation. Frank looked over at him and nodded towards the bedroom. “Thank you, Sam. Take them upstairs, please.” “Yeah, in a minute,” Sam replied, trying to hide his nervousness. As he carried the heavy suitcases up the stairs, he could hear Frank and Julie whispering quietly to each other. Her soft giggles sent a shiver down his spine.

Once in the bedroom, he placed the suitcases next to the bed. The master bedroom was now clearly Frank’s space, which was obvious from the small but significant changes. Julie had put up fresh sheets, which were in Frank’s favorite colors, and some of the man’s personal belongings were already on the nightstand. Sam contemplated the room for a moment before taking a deep breath and making his way back downstairs. Just as he descended the stairs, he heard Julie and Frank move to the living room. The atmosphere in the house had already changed - Frank’s presence was omnipresent and the anticipation of what was to come was palpable. Back in the living room, Sam sat down unsteadily on one of the armchairs. Frank and Julie were sitting close to each other on the couch, their legs lightly touching. Sam couldn’t help but stare. Julie’s face lit up, her eyes radiating pure joy and Frank returned her gaze with a possessive smile.

Frank put an arm around Julie’s shoulders and looked over at Sam. “Sam, thanks for carrying the bags up.” Sam nodded slightly and replied, “No problem, Frank.” Frank laughed softly and looked at Julie. “Well, we’ll all be happy tonight.” With those words, he pulled her even closer to him and kissed her passionately, Sam’s gaze never leaving them. Julie moaned softly under Frank’s kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. The expression on her face was one of complete surrender and lust. Sam could only watch, his heart beating faster and the mixture of jealousy and arousal almost driving him mad.

Frank leaned back, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Julie. “Julie, I’ve brought you something,” he said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small, elegant box and handed it to her.

Julie’s eyes widened in surprise as she took the box. “Frank, you didn’t have to do that!” she exclaimed as she carefully opened the box. Inside was a stunning piece of jewelry - a sparkling white gold necklace set with diamonds.

Julie’s breath caught. “Oh my God, Frank, that’s beautiful!” Her eyes shone with joy and gratitude. “I’m glad you like it,” Frank said, almost in love, and helped her put the necklace on. His fingers were gentle as he closed the clasp behind her neck.

Julie turned to him and gave him a passionate look. “Thank you, Frank. It’s perfect.” She put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips melted together with an intensity that expressed their joy and gratitude. Sam, standing next to them and watching the scene, felt a twinge of jealousy and an inexplicable arousal at the same time. This constant pulsing of the tip of his penis in the cage was getting much worse.

“Oh, and Sam,” Frank said suddenly, breaking away from Julie, “I’ve brought something for you too. But that’s for later.” He grinned and winked at him, further sparking Sam’s curiosity.

“What could that be? Does he mean the key?” thought Sam, while his wife and Frank looked at each other in love. Frank skillfully steered the conversation away. “Are you hungry yet?” he asked, his eyes glittering with anticipation.

Julie nodded eagerly. “Yes, absolutely!” Frank smiled with satisfaction. “Great, that’s what I thought. I’ve booked a table at a nice restaurant for tonight. So put on something nice and we can go straight away.” Julie beamed with excitement. “Oh, that sounds wonderful! I’ll get changed straight away.”

Sam nodded reluctantly in agreement, a part of him feeling uncertainty. “Yeah, I’ll get ready right away too.” All he wanted was to finally take this cage off, but the fear of the question was too great. “Perfect,” Frank said contentedly and leaned back. “I’m looking forward to a nice evening with you both.”

Julie hurried to her room, Frank followed her to choose an elegant dress for the evening, while Sam nervously searched the guest room for a suitable shirt.

While Julie changed in her bedroom and Sam went into his own room, he was suddenly overcome with a wave of fear. The reality of the situation hit him full force; he would be out in public with his wife and Frank - a black man. What if they knew someone? What if passers-by looked questioningly or even dismissively? Sam sat on the edge of the bed and concentrated on taking one deep breath after another. Dozens of questions buzzed around in his head. “What if someone sees how familiar Julie and Frank are? What if someone recognizes us?”

He remembered how Julie and Frank had touched and kissed each other today. Part of him feared that they wouldn’t hold back in the restaurant either. “Will they be neutral?” he wondered. “Or will they make out like a couple in love, just like at home?”

The mere idea that friends, colleagues or even strangers could witness such a scenario made him shudder. The idea that his colleagues might whisper about it or that acquaintances in his community might find out made him uncomfortable. Despite the modern and open society, they were all politically left-leaning after all, he knew that prejudice and gossip were still deeply rooted.

After Frank and Julie had moved into the bedroom and closed the door behind them, she planted a passionate kiss on Frank. “Julie, come undress,” Frank urged her, his deep voice full of desire. The natural blonde began to undress slowly and seductively. First she removed her shoes and carefully put them aside. Then she reached for the zipper of her top and let it slide gently off her shoulders until it collected in a glistening puddle of fabric around her feet. She stood in front of Frank in just her underwear, who looked at her with a lustful, animalistic gaze. Her delicate hands slid to her bra and when she undid the clasp, her breasts fell free. Her rosy nipples were already slightly hardened with arousal. She let her bra slide elegantly to the floor and then began to slowly pull her panties down, revealing her perfectly shaved, smooth pubis, which usually only Sam got to see.

Frank took a step forward and let his gaze wander over her naked body in admiration. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, bunny,” he said softly as his eyes followed every curve, every line of her body. Her slim waist, soft hips, firm breasts and tender mound of Venus - it all captivated him. “Frank,” Julie whispered, a soft smile on her lips as she took his hand and placed it on her bare stomach. Her skin tingled with excitement under his firm but gentle grip.

“You don’t need to wear underwear, Julie,” Frank said with a mischievous smile. “Let’s enjoy this evening without unnecessary barriers.” Julie nodded slightly and smiled as she took in his words. “Suit yourself, Frank,” she replied, stepping closer to him. She now stood completely exposed in front of him, her hand resting on his shoulder as she planted a passionate kiss on him. He kissed her back intensely, his hands exploring her naked body, running over her breasts, her stomach and lower until he reached her smooth, sensitive area. Julie’s body responded immediately, a soft moan escaping her lips. “You’re perfect, Julie,” Frank said hoarsely, pulling her even closer to him. “Let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

After Frank had fondled Julie so intensely, he took a step back and began to undress as well. With each piece of clothing he removed, more of his muscular body was revealed. Finally, he stood completely naked in front of Julie, and the contrast of their skin colors was striking and intriguing. Frank, a tall, muscular, black man, stood before Julie, a petite, blonde woman. His eyes sparkled with desire as he admired Julie’s naked body. Frank stepped closer to Julie and began to caress her neck with gentle kisses. The warmth of his lips on her skin made Julie shiver. She savored every moment, feeling desired and exciting. The sight of them would have been a symbol of passion for many: the tall, strong black man and the petite blonde woman, both naked and full of desire for each other. Julie curiously grabbed Frank’s erect penis, which stood up proudly in front of him.

“Frank, you’re incredible,” she whispered as her fingers glided over the smooth, dark skin of his penis. She carefully knelt down in front of him, her eyes fixed on his erect penis. She first gave him a gentle kiss on the tip, letting her lips glide over the sensitive skin. As her confidence grew, Julie opened her mouth wider and began to suck him slowly and methodically. Her tongue lapped around the tip of his penis before taking him deeper into her mouth. She moved her lips up and down evenly as she gripped the shaft with her hand and gently pumped it.

Frank’s eyes closed in pleasure and he gently placed a hand on Julie’s head to encourage her. “Oh Julie, that feels fantastic,” he moaned as Julie intensified her tongue play. She varied her pace, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, as she strove to give him as much pleasure as possible. Julie’s devotion was evident in every stroke, every lick and every sucking motion. She skillfully glided her tongue along the shaft, circling the most sensitive spots again and again. She felt Frank’s lust increase, which spurred her on even more. Frank couldn’t help but moan loudly. Julie’s technical skill impressed him, her mixture of tenderness and passion was overwhelming. Her blue eyes shone at him and her movements intensified as she sensed that Frank was about to come.

Suddenly Frank lifted her head up. “Let’s continue later, we need to get to the restaurant” Frank said panting slightly. “That was incredible, Julie,” Frank whispered as he gently lifted her to her feet and hugged her close. “You really are something special.” “You’re welcome,” Julie said with a mischievous smile. “I just wanted to show you how much I like you.”

Sam swallowed hard and forced himself to stand up. He chose a dark shirt from the wardrobe, put it on and looked at his reflection in the mirror. The uncertainty in his eyes was clearly visible. A knock on the door brought him out of his gloomy thoughts. “Sam, are you ready?” Julie’s voice sounded through the door.

“Yes, I’m coming,” Sam replied, trying to put confidence into his voice. When he opened the door, he was rewarded with Julie’s radiant smile. She was wearing an elegant emerald green dress that flattered her figure and perfectly showed off the diamond necklace Frank had given her. “You look gorgeous,” Sam said honestly, trying to push his concerns aside. “Thank you, darling,” Julie replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You look great too. Come on, let’s go.”

Frank was already waiting in the living room, dressed in a tailor-made suit that emphasized his muscular physique. “You both look fantastic,” he said appreciatively, scrutinizing Julie with a particularly intense gaze. “Thank you, Frank,” Julie said, beaming and stepping close to his side.

“Let’s go,” Frank said, putting an arm around Julie’s waist. Together they made their way to the car, Sam’s heartbeat quickening with every step they took through the front door and out into the world. Sam swallowed hard and forced himself to remain calm as they climbed into Frank’s large SUV. The vehicle seemed just as imposing as the owner, almost like a metallic beast waiting for them. Frank opened the driver’s door and sat inside with an inviting gesture, while Julie slid elegantly into the passenger seat. Sam climbed a little more awkwardly into the back seat directly behind Frank and closed the door behind him.

The engine hummed gently under Frank’s sure hand. After the first few meters, Sam noticed how Frank’s hand slid familiarly onto Julie’s thigh. Although he tried not to look, he couldn’t take his eyes off it completely. The dark fingers rested firmly on Julie’s emerald green dress, showing a possessiveness that made Sam’s heart beat faster. He felt the steel cage that encased his manhood seem to grow tighter and tighter. “Looking forward to tonight?” Frank asked, glancing briefly at Julie as his hand continued to linger on her thigh.

“Yes, I’m sure it will be great,” Julie replied softly, placing her hand on his. Sam tried to hide his nervousness. “Yeah, I’m sure,” he mumbled barely audibly in the back seat.

“The restaurant is really something special. You’ll love it,’ Frank said contentedly, squeezing Julie’s thigh lightly. Sam could almost feel the blood rushing in his ears. Every meter they got closer to the restaurant increased the feeling of discomfort and subordination. Finally, they reached their destination and Frank smoothly parked the SUV right in front of the entrance. Frank got out, hurried around the car and helped Julie out of the vehicle. His hand gripped her waist tightly as they walked towards the entrance. Sam followed a short distance behind them, feeling both part of the group and an outsider. Julie leaned against Frank, obviously enjoying his closeness, while Sam felt out of place, like he was just an extra companion for the evening.

The friction and pressure of the cage caused an uncomfortable tingling sensation that coursed through his entire abdomen. Sam’s penis began to twitch, trapped in the tight confines of the cage, an unsettling but equally arousing sensation. His breathing became shallower and he felt his penis begin to writhe in the cage as far as it could go, always feeling that constant scratching sensation that amounted to a thousand pricks.

The elegant atmosphere of the restaurant hit Sam like a strong breeze as they entered. The subdued lighting cast a warm, golden glow over the perfectly laid tables. The cloth napkins were artfully folded and the glasses sparkled in the soft light. High-quality wooden furniture and subtle works of art on the walls enhanced the elegant character of the restaurant. The restaurant’s reception was magnificent, with subdued lighting and elegant furnishings. A waiter greeted them warmly and Frank nodded to him as he continued to hug Julie. Sam could see the waiter’s eyes focus on the two of them briefly before turning to Sam and giving a polite smile. As they followed the waitress to the counter, Frank’s hand slid over Julie’s hip again and again, a brief touch that Sam couldn’t help but notice. A waitress, dressed in an immaculate white shirt and dark vest, approached them and smiled at them in a friendly manner. “Good evening. Do you have a reservation?” she asked politely. “Yes, I have a reservation for three, under the name Frank,” Frank replied confidently, his voice firm and penetrating.

The waitress quickly checked her list and smiled again, then looked at Sam. “Ah, here it is. You and the couple can follow me, please.”

Sam’s heart skipped a beat when he heard that. He knew the waitress thought of Frank and Julie as a couple, probably because of the way Frank took possession of Julie’s hip. He felt like an outsider again, an extra wheel that was just the third wheel on the wagon. “Come on Sam,” Julie said, smiling encouragingly at him. Despite her attempt to reassure him, uncertainty gnawed at Sam’s chest.

Frank and Julie followed the waitress closely, while Sam’s gaze rested on Frank’s hand, which was firmly on Julie’s hip. His own chest tightened, and he couldn’t ignore the movement of his cage, which intensified with each touch from Frank.

The waitress led them through the main area of the restaurant to a table in a corner. The table arrangement was perfect for both conversation and privacy. The chairs were cushioned and comfortable, and the tablecloth was made of the finest linen. “Here is your table. I hope you will enjoy it,” said the waitress with a polite nod.

“Thank you,” Frank said, pulling out a chair for Julie before taking a seat himself. Julie sat down next to him, while Sam took a seat opposite them. The empty chair next to him emphasized his isolation even more. The subdued lighting and soft, classical music enhanced the elegant atmosphere. Sam could smell the pleasant aroma of first-class wines and exquisite dishes in the air. As Frank and Julie perused their menus, Frank’s hand kept slipping to Julie’s thigh and resting there loosely, the intimacy between them unmistakable.

“You’ll both like it. They have some of the best food in town here,” Frank said with a self-satisfied smile as he gently stroked his hand over Julie’s thigh. The evening at the restaurant began quietly and yet there was an underlying tension in the air that Sam couldn’t ignore. Frank and Julie seemed completely in their own world, just like a couple in love. Frank’s hand continued to rest possessively on Julie’s thigh as she snuggled up to him, smiling. Sam couldn’t see through the table what exactly Frank’s hand was doing to Julie.

The soft music and subdued lighting made the atmosphere in the restaurant intimate and elegant, but it was difficult for Sam to remain calm. Time and again, glances from other guests fell on her table. Admiring glances, but also curious and sometimes even astonished looks. Sam noticed and felt a strange sensation - a mixture of shame, exclusion and, in a bizarre way, excitement. The waiter brought the menus and Frank ordered the best wine in the house without further ado, while he and Julie talked animatedly about the evening’s delicious dishes. “We should try something nice,” Frank said, putting the menu aside. “How about the lobster as an appetizer?” Julie nodded and added that she wanted to try the sole as a main course. Frank opted for the filet mignon, cooked to perfection, as he pointed out. Sam, who was feeling increasingly uncomfortable, also decided to go for the sole.

“Sam, you should stay dry tonight,” Frank said suddenly. “You’re going to drive us home later.” Sam nodded mechanically, the bitter-sweet arousal inescapably present in his cage. “Yes, of course,” he murmured. As the evening wore on, Frank and Julie visibly enjoyed their exquisite meal and the richly flowing drink. The lobster was tender and succulent, the sole soft as butter and the filet mignon perfect. Frank and Julie’s wine glasses never seemed to be empty, and their laughter and expressions of affection became more and more noticeable. Sam couldn’t help but notice how people from the surrounding tables kept glancing over. Some whispered quietly, others just smiled knowingly. It was clear that Frank and Julie were attracting attention, and Sam felt like a silent observer in a game whose rules he could never quite understand.

“What a great place, isn’t it?” Frank said to Julie, taking her hand across the table. Julie smiled and her eyes sparkled in the soft light. “It’s perfect, Frank,” she replied, squeezing his hand.

Sam sat quietly, watching and trying to ignore his rising envy and the intrusive arousal that was being pushed through the cage. The evening was wonderful for Frank and Julie, but for him it was an ordeal between envy and a disturbing level of arousal.

The evening in the classy restaurant slowly drew to a close. Frank and Julie had had a great time and the copious amounts of wine had left them both feeling tipsy. Sam’s nervousness had not diminished over the course of the evening, especially with the constant presence of other guests’ eyes on her. The feeling of embarrassment he felt was mixed with an intense inner excitement every time Frank’s hand moved back to Julie’s thigh and disappeared into her crotch. Frank called the waitress over and ordered the bill. When she brought it, he confidently pulled out his credit card and paid. “Here, thank you very much for the excellent service,” Frank said generously and left a tidy tip.

“Thank you very much! I hope you and your wife had a wonderful evening with us,” the waitress cast a brief, friendly glance at Julie, “I hope you both have a lovely evening,” she said, smiling engagingly.

Sam suddenly felt as if he was being watched through a veil. The waitress’s words only made the feeling of his marginal position all the more clear to him. The tingling in his little prison became stronger and more pulsating, his little glans twitched again and again in the confining device of the cage. The constant pressure intensified his feeling of subordination and constant arousal.

“All right, it’s time to go,” Frank announced and stood up. Julie stood up as well, staggering slightly, and grabbed Frank’s arm for support. “Sam, can you take the keys and get the car? We should go now,” Frank said with a certain authority in his voice.

Sam nodded silently, took the keys and made his way out to the parking lot. He started the SUV and drove it to the entrance of the restaurant where Julie and Frank were waiting. As they strolled up to the car, Sam noticed them staggering and laughing as they approached, their bodies nestled close together. Frank opened the back door and helped Julie in before throwing himself into the back seat as well. Sam swallowed hard, his excitement and nervousness mixing into a knot in his stomach. He sat down in the driver’s seat, checked the mirrors and began the drive back. The mood in the car was boisterous, Frank and Julie whispering and laughing in the back of the vehicle. Although Sam couldn’t hear the exact words, the sounds from behind were enough to fuel his excitement further. Every glance in the rearview mirror showed him Julie’s smile and Frank’s sly grin, their closeness and the familiar touches, while the pulsing twitch of his glans in the tight cage wouldn’t let him go.

The low murmur and dim lights inside the car as Sam sat behind the wheel provided a strange backdrop to the boisterous mood in the back seat. Julie and Frank giggled and laughed, their heads close together as they talked quietly. “Do you remember the first time we went to the club together?” Julie whispered, giggling slightly.

“Oh yes, I’ll never forget that,” Frank replied with a smile, “you were so shy.”

“And it was you who came up with the stupid idea of persuading the others to join in!” claimed Julie, slightly tipsy, and they both burst out laughing.

Sam could see the intensity of their closeness in the rear-view mirror. Frank’s arm was around Julie’s shoulder and her fingers played lovingly with the collar of his shirt. The twitching of his closed member seemed to compete with his nervous thoughts as he steered the car through the darkness.

Suddenly the conversation became more intimate and the mood changed a little.

“I’ve missed you a lot, Julie,” Frank said with undisguised longing in his voice. “It’s so nice to have you by my side again.”

Julie looked deep into Frank’s eyes and her smile deepened. “And I’m glad to be back with you,” she said softly. The two leaned forward and began to kiss passionately. Sam’s heart beat faster as he watched the intensity of their kiss in the rear-view mirror. Frank’s hands ran through Julie’s blonde hair before sliding lower and resting against her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Frank let out a low, pleasurable moan as he broke the kiss, only to reach down to his pants with one hand and unzip his fly. He grabbed his already erect cock out while Julie looked at him with fiery devotion. “Shall we pick up where you left off earlier?” Frank asked with a wink.

“Oh Frank...” Julie murmured with a mixture of passion and anticipation. She leaned forward, wrapped her lips around his dark member and began to suck him tenderly, her hair falling into his lap. Frank took Julie’s hair in his hand and held it back. Her movements were slow at first, gently sliding her tongue over his shaft before taking him fully into her mouth. Frank’s head leaned back, his eyes half closed, while his hand held Julie’s blonde hair and gently pushed her head down.

“Yes, just like that, Julie,” Frank gasped, his voice rough with lust.

The sounds of smacking and happy moans filled the room as Sam watched helplessly in the rearview mirror. An unsettling tingle spread through his cramped cage once more, each breath more labored than the last. The movements of the car seemed to blur into the background while the scene in the back seat occupied his full attention.

Julie increased the pace and took him deeper into her mouth, sucking hard on his glans every time she let go before sliding back down. She knelt lightly on the back seat of the SUV and leaned over Frank’s leg. Her blonde hair, shimmering in the soft light of the interior, fell over her shoulders and framed her face. Her blue eyes looked at him as she let her tongue glide slowly over his glans. Frank’s dark, muscular body contrasted sharply with Julie’s fair skin, which made the scene even more intense. “I like you so much,” Julie whispered with a seductive smile before taking him deep into her mouth again, hoping to put on a good show for Sam.

Her tongue played skillfully around his shaft, nestling against his underside and enameling him with moist heat. She slowly let him slip out of her mouth, her lips forming a sucking kiss on his tip before she took him back in completely. Frank’s dark hand, resting in her blonde hair, gently pushed her further down, intensifying the rhythm. “Yes, just like that,” Frank moaned, his voice hoarse with lust. Julie increased the tempo, her movements became more fluid and intense. Her mouth moved rhythmically up and down as her tongue glided artfully over his sensitive skin. She sucked him hard every time she let him almost completely out of her mouth before taking him deep inside her again. Her hands encircled his base, fingernails lightly scratching into his flesh. Frank’s eyes were half closed with lust, his head leaning back against the headrest. His dark skin shone slightly in the dim light and he could feel the throbbing desire in every muscle. The intensity of the touch and the passionate work of Julie’s tongue and lips drove him to the brink of madness.

“Oh Julie, you’re driving me crazy,” he gasped, his hand increasing the pressure on her head as her mouth worked in perfect unison with his desire. Julie let her mouth slide even deeper over his shaft until she had him fully engulfed. Her blue eyes sparkled with passion and devotion as she strove to give him the utmost pleasure. Her pace quickened, her lips smacked loudly and her tongue swirled tirelessly around his most sensitive spots. Frank’s dark fingers once again gripped Julie’s light-colored hair firmly and he began to thrust his hips lightly against her mouth. The waves of pleasure rippled through his body as Julie’s capable tongue and lips brought him closer and closer. Sam’s gaze, though trying to focus on the road, kept wandering to the rearview mirror where he witnessed the intense, erotic scene behind him.

Julie seemed to savor every second, her devotion and passion radiating through every movement and look. Her breaths deepened as she continued to work him, her lips and tongue in perfect harmony to drive Frank’s lust even higher.