[ The only last, sensible thought she has is to press the back of her hand against her mouth as Parker's fingers speed up. Biting into her own skin to better muffle the cries that come up when she begins to move in earnest. Not even able to rock her hips in times, instead she settles of just locking her legs so that she didn't fall. Head tilted up, her hair falling loose around her shoulders.
God, she's going to come in the backseat of a car in Ibiza, like some shitty song that they played that caused them to end up here, and it's not beautiful, but it's perfect. Her teeth take sharp hold as the sound she makes can't be mistaken for anything, - god, god, god - she can't think and can't move, her neck exposed to Parker's mouth, her body so slick and tight around her, desperately wanting that edge and in just a second, just one more -
The car screeches to a halt. The bang of the drivers fist against the screen because there's no way he can't not know what's going on back here, the way she - god she sounds like a cheap whore in some shitty reality show, all moaning and mewling high in her throat, she wants to come so badly. She's shaking, she can't feel her legs, her limbs are a shuddering mess and she's so, so close. But there's nothing for it as he demands them to get the hell out of his cab.
Fair, any closer, she's going to leave a mess on his backseat, wet enough for it. But all that comes out of her mouth is just: ] Motherfucker.
[ They need to get out of here, and that means Parker pulling her fingers out of here where she doesn't want her to at all. The movements are sluggish, jerking as she absently rocks against her still like she's trying to keep just the little bit of friction as she leans across, digging around for her purse. The handful of bills she'd shoved there - and it's easily too much money. Maybe she should tip him less. But she's a mess, flushed, breathing hard, and she has to be the one to shove the cash at him through the slot to the other side. Whatever meant he just let them go. ]
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God, she's going to come in the backseat of a car in Ibiza, like some shitty song that they played that caused them to end up here, and it's not beautiful, but it's perfect. Her teeth take sharp hold as the sound she makes can't be mistaken for anything, - god, god, god - she can't think and can't move, her neck exposed to Parker's mouth, her body so slick and tight around her, desperately wanting that edge and in just a second, just one more -
The car screeches to a halt. The bang of the drivers fist against the screen because there's no way he can't not know what's going on back here, the way she - god she sounds like a cheap whore in some shitty reality show, all moaning and mewling high in her throat, she wants to come so badly. She's shaking, she can't feel her legs, her limbs are a shuddering mess and she's so, so close. But there's nothing for it as he demands them to get the hell out of his cab.
Fair, any closer, she's going to leave a mess on his backseat, wet enough for it. But all that comes out of her mouth is just: ] Motherfucker.
[ They need to get out of here, and that means Parker pulling her fingers out of here where she doesn't want her to at all. The movements are sluggish, jerking as she absently rocks against her still like she's trying to keep just the little bit of friction as she leans across, digging around for her purse. The handful of bills she'd shoved there - and it's easily too much money. Maybe she should tip him less. But she's a mess, flushed, breathing hard, and she has to be the one to shove the cash at him through the slot to the other side. Whatever meant he just let them go. ]