Fell in love with a Playgirl [A FayeYoko Story]

Chapter 40 - 18+

Warning: Not suitable for young readers or sensitive minds. Contains graphic sex scenes, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only.🔞

As we drove, I felt Faye's hand on my thigh. Good thing I brought my jacket because it was chilly in the van.

"F-Faye, what are you doing?" I stammered, as she continued to stroke my right thigh.

"Shh, be quiet," she whispered, placing her finger on my lips, signaling me to stay silent.

I tried to stay quiet, but her hand slowly started to creep higher. I couldn't help but feel a blush creep up my cheeks because of what she was doing.

"F-Faye, s-stop it right now," I said, but she just smirked and kept going.

I leaned back and bit my lip as I felt her hand reach my womanhood.

"U-ugh, F-Faye," I moaned softly, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Don't be loud, or else, they will see what we're doing," she warned me. Was she trying to scare me?

She continued to stroke my womanhood until I felt myself getting completely wet.

"F-Faye, I-I can't take it anymore," I stammered, overwhelmed by the sensations.

"Looks like we don't need a lube, you're already soaking wet. Are you ready to get wild?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Y-you're talking too much, just put it in already. Why are you making me wait?" I groaned, rolling my eyes.

Without any warning, she suddenly shoved one of her fingers inside me, making me cry out in surprise.

"Ahhh!" I screamed as I felt her finger, deep inside me. I could feel her hand, pushing it all the way in.

"Honey, what happened?" Mom asked, her voice laced with concern.

"N-nothing, Mom, my leg cramped. It's just too cold," I replied, trying to sound casual.

"I thought something was wrong," Mom said.

"D-damn it, s-stop moving it. Why didn't you say anything?" I hissed at Faye, hitting her arm playfully.

"Ouch, I'm sorry. You were getting impatient, so I just went for it," she whispered, slowly moving her finger in and out of my core.

As she moved her finger in and out of my core, I felt her pull one finger out. To my surprise, she suddenly shoved it back in. Why did it hurt so much this time?

"A-ahh, f-fuck, h-how many did you put in? I-it hurts," I asked, struggling to form coherent words.

"You might get mad if I told you," she replied, continuing to move her fingers inside me at a slow, steady rhythm.

"H-how many, a-ahh, so good," I moaned, closing my eyes. I leaned my head back against the seat, lost in the pleasure.

"Three," she said, making me open my eyes.

"D-damn it, ahh, fuck you," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear.

"I love your moans, make it louder for me, baby," she said, speeding up the rhythm of her fingers.

"Your pussy is so loud, are you starved for it?" she teased, continuing to move her fingers inside me.

"Ughh, oh fuck yes," I groaned, overwhelmed by the speed of her fingers. I felt a build-up in my belly.

"Fuck, faster, I'm gonna come," I gasped, catching my breath.

After several more thrusts of her fingers, the orgasm I'd been craving finally exploded.