Somehow Lana focused enough through her haze to gasp out her address.  She knew she’d never be able to drive; it would be insane for her to even try.  Feeling even fuller, she moaned, realizing another finger had joined the original two inside her; her flow becoming abundant, she could feel it streaming down between her ass cheeks.<br/><br/>Her orgasm running towards her, Lana hadn’t realized they stopped moving until his mouth was on her, her nipple between his teeth.  Seizing her, the first moan from her climax was caught by his mouth, the fingers of his hand no doubt feeling the clamping of her walls.  Hips bucking, Lana held onto his head, her gasps being taken and swallowed by Steve.<br/><br/>Calming, Lana relaxed her grip on his head, her tongue tangling with his.  Ending the kiss, she looked into his eyes, hers shining drunkenly bright.  “Where are we?”  She was incapable of anything beyond a whisper.