They have you in their sights

"They can see us, don't you have any shame?" What a stupid question, and it's because I'm lost in pleasure. I didn't want to do it, but my other self is worried that any of the ladies can see us.

"I'm sorry, and it's not an excuse, you have to know that the new driver is watching us. I knew it was a bad idea for him to stay here," he leans in and kisses me, gently caressing my tongue with his. He moves his hips and makes me tense to relieve the burning sensation I feel between my legs. "Do you want me to stop? Wait, before you answer that, I want to know if you think that guy suspects us. Why is he still watching us? Do you want me to ask him?" We're face to face, and he declares with a thrust of his hips.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss his wet and lush lips. It's my way of telling him not to stop, that the new guy should know that my relationship with his boss is real.

"Is it possible for him to stay until the end?" I provoke him.

"I'll show you," he says in a treme