Chasin' Pink - Part 6

She bangs the steering wheel, cars dive for the shoulder, and the red and blues light up her mirror. Not trouble—opportunity. Chasey Lain saunters over, badge glinting, lips glossed, her hips rolling under the tactical belt. She leans through the window, tits straining her shirt, and slides two fingers beneath Jill’s skirt without asking. Jill’s breath catches, thighs spreading wide across the leather seat. Chasey finds slick heat and circles her clit with slow, steady pressure until Jill’s hips buck up to meet her. They tumble out onto the open road. Chasey bends Jill over the hood, warm chrome under her bare stomach. She yanks Jill’s panties aside, tongue flicking hard between already-wet lips. The blonde arches, nails scraping paint. Chasey sucks the swollen bud once, twice, and Jill’s knees buckle. A moment later Jill is splayed on the car roof, legs spread in the late-afternoon sun. Chasey reaches in her utility belt, comes out with a silver pocket vibe, and presses it flat against Jill’s clit. The hum is low, relentless. Jill’s back bows, nipples stiff under her halter. Her thighs tremble. Chasey holds her open, watches the flush race across her chest, then slips two fingers inside and curls. The toy thuds louder as Jill comes, gushing slick onto chrome, thighs locked around Chasey’s wrist. When the spasms ease, Chasey pulls back, wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, and tears the ticket in two. “Drive safe,” she says, smirk and salute. Jill slides back behind the wheel, legs still shaking, wet on the seat, free to go.