"God, you really are a treat, aren't you?" Rupert marvels. "That sounds most agreeable..."
The road ahead of them is little more than a dirt track through the scrubby desert wasteland but it's vastly, gloriously empty. Pulling away for only the briefest of wicked grins, Rupert coaxes the car into life again and points her nose in the direction of the empty road. It's a gentle cruise at first; he has absolutely no idea if he's going to be able to manage his attentions being yanked in two very distinct directions but, hell, it's going to be good fun to find out.
And so, with one hand on the wheel, he delves a hand down the waistband of his jeans, briefly massaging his cock once, twice, before unzipping. The benefits of not quite being used to wearing underpants yet really comes into its own here, as he easily frees his cock from its confines with a satisfied grin.
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The road ahead of them is little more than a dirt track through the scrubby desert wasteland but it's vastly, gloriously empty. Pulling away for only the briefest of wicked grins, Rupert coaxes the car into life again and points her nose in the direction of the empty road. It's a gentle cruise at first; he has absolutely no idea if he's going to be able to manage his attentions being yanked in two very distinct directions but, hell, it's going to be good fun to find out.
And so, with one hand on the wheel, he delves a hand down the waistband of his jeans, briefly massaging his cock once, twice, before unzipping. The benefits of not quite being used to wearing underpants yet really comes into its own here, as he easily frees his cock from its confines with a satisfied grin.
"Do your worst, dearest Klaus."