Warren groaned as Roze kissed him hungrily, the partition already up as she withered against him. Panting as he kissed down her neck, Roze's fingers plunged into his dark curls as she pleaded for his touch, "Why should I reward you when you've teased me all night? Having to see you in this little dress, the men all looking at you, remembering your face as you rode my fingers just moments before. Why should I?"
Roze moaned as she whined, "Because you liked it. You like me teasing you because you can punish me for it. You hated the men looking at me but you knew I didn't notice or care. Please, please touch me. Let me touch you." When Roze's hand went to the buckle of his belt, Warren grabbed her hand, "Baby if you undo that, I'll be f*****g you in the back seat."
Roze grinned wantonly,
