Car care

I told Missy I’d give her a ride if she helped wash my car. She agreed, thinking I meant a lift home. The sponge stayed dry. Instead I spread her open on the hood and dragged my tongue through her slick folds. Blonde hair spilled over the paint while she moaned, fingers gripping the edge. I kept licking, slow then fast, tasting every inch until her thighs shook. She pushed her hips against my mouth, chasing each stroke. I stayed right there, tongue working deeper, until she came hard, legs tightening around my head.