[ She hears the bang of the driver on the screen to not make a mess back there and she - draws herself up quickly to glance over her shoulder and call back - they won't, but it's breathless, aching, and she's rolling her hips quick against Parker's fingers in an easy gesture. God it feels good - and her words are drowned out as she makes a high whine that she tilts her head back to press herself up into Parker's mouth.
It's not like it would take much to push the dress off her shoulders, to let her get at all skin. But she does have some shame where it's concerned, or at least consideration for Parker's sense of it. Instead, she slips her fingers up into Parker's hair, drawing her in close as she moves her hips in an eager circle, feeling the roughness of the material being pressed up against her and the warmth of her fingers. ]
God, Parker... [ The noise she makes is smothered carefully, doesn't need the taxi driver to know anymore than he already does but she bites at her lip and whines. ]
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It's not like it would take much to push the dress off her shoulders, to let her get at all skin. But she does have some shame where it's concerned, or at least consideration for Parker's sense of it. Instead, she slips her fingers up into Parker's hair, drawing her in close as she moves her hips in an eager circle, feeling the roughness of the material being pressed up against her and the warmth of her fingers. ]
God, Parker... [ The noise she makes is smothered carefully, doesn't need the taxi driver to know anymore than he already does but she bites at her lip and whines. ]