With an ashen face, •Adam• was sitting in the driver's seat with Stella sitting next to him in the shotgun seat. Every now and then, she would steal a glance in his direction as he continued to sit quietly in his seat. With every glance, she would purse her lips more together, trying her best to suppress the laughter which was threatening to burst through her lips.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she let her lips loose and a loud, heartfelt laughter slaughtered through the quietness engulfing the car. With her hands resting on her stomach, she laughed out loud, trying to not roll down of her seat.
•Adam's• expression turned more dark when he saw her laughing at his expense. The mere thought of not being able to feel her warm, wet core around his member, was enough to ruin his mood. And now, here he was, being laughed at.
