Ianthe grimaced inwardly as she felt the Grey's hand on her breasts, but her nipples began to stiffen beneath his clumsy groping. Between that and the beginnings of liquid warmth between her thighs, she was shocked at herself: the situation was so filthy, so humiliating, so far outside her comfort zone... and yet here she was, feeling the stirrings of arousal. She shuddered, blushing all the more fiercely as she sensed Vladsti's designs on her body, and found herself imagining what that might be like.<br/><br/>The Grey driver's rasped-out warning clawed her attention back to the here and now. She jerked his shaft more furiously with her hand while continuing to bob up and down on it, letting the lingering warmth of her mouth and the sheath of her throat contrast against her insistent pumping. Any reluctance she felt about swallowing his load disappeared when she contemplated the alternative: having to wear it all over her face and hair until she could manage to clean up. And she doubted he'd be accommodating about that. She let her gaze stray upwards, as much as possible with her face in his lap, trying to make brief eye-contact as she flicked her tongue over his glans, trying to drive him over the edge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>