flyorieum
SHORT IMAGINE: He was pulling my hair, kissing me and breathing harder than his dick. In the heat of the moment he was groping me and basically I just told him to go all in. He pulled me by my hair closer to him and whispered in my ear, "I love you, YN". That's when the car in front of us flashed it's lights signalling that our fun was over. He pulled away leaving me very sexually agitated and thinking about him for the rest of the night.