Whispers in the Back Seat

"Mmmmm..." "Yeah, there we go...love it...." "Hmmm...shit...what - dude what are you doing?!" "Jerking you off. Keep your voice down, you're gonna wake people up." "Dude no, you need to stop...what the hell?!" "I was bored, and everyone else is...

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The Long Gift—Prologue

Unbuckling her seatbelt, leneth pulls a blanket out of the back seat. "get in the back seat and sit in the middle." "first i need to take off my sopping wet shoe and sock."

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A Night Out

It really came about by accident that Stewart found himself standing in line for something he never thought he'd be standing in line for. One of his friends at work had a couple extra tickets and when he over heard the bad conversation between him and...

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August in October Chp. 3

When the tide had turned from him leaning into me toward me being pulled for the back seat a glimmer of guilt panged inside me.

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August in October Chp. 3

When the tide had turned from him leaning into me toward me being pulled for the back seat a glimmer of guilt panged inside me.

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Back Seat Spooging (Snapshot story)

Sammy bounced in his seat as they passed another streetlight. "Only five more to the pool!" he shouted eagerly, adjusting the goggles on his head as he turned to his friend next to him. "I can't wait!" "Me neither!" Josh said with a grin, the gray...

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The Wrong Book gift for night_spore426: ending

** ** the officer geovanni flashes his light into the back seat. he must see the monster in my back seat. there is no way he hasn't.

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Wrongly Accused Chapter 2

Tony soon helped alexis out of the back seat and shook his head some. he decided not to tell her about the deal with the room, not sure if she would flip or not.

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In the Garage

As the mirror turned to reflect the back window and part of the back seat he froze. a wordless scream came to his lips as a pair of glowing green and gold eyes peered back at him from the back seat.

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Why I Hate Tops

I'm getting blown in the back seat of a car by a self-hating closet gay. he's at least smart enough to use his hands, so it's gonna be over quick.

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