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“Es-cap-e.” Casey was quoting. “Hey, that’s spelled just like ‘escape’!”

“Finding Nemo.” Rick knew the movie well. Who didn’t? He also knew Casey was a closet-Disney-fan. One of the few things about her he’d found out before he’d started dating Trina.

She only nodded, didn’t say another word before cranking up the music and driving off. Rick buckled up fast. They reached his house in record time –the 30-minute trip had been hacked to 18 by her excellent skills.

“Looks like no one’s home.”

“You.” .” Casey turned down the stereo and waited patiently, presumably for Rick to get out. It was only 11:53.

“Casey, we need to talk.”

He must’ve said the magic words. One minute she was tapping her fingers, the next she was leaning over her seat, unbuckled, giving him tongue. He was harder than a rock in less than five seconds. And just as fast as she started, she stopped, sliding back to her side of the car before he could get his head working.

“You gonna go inside, or do I have to fuck you first?”

“You’re a crude bitch, you know that?”

“Are you saying goodnight?”

“Fuck me.”

No more words were said. Casey was back over him in a blink of an eye, and her top was off just a breath later. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and as Rick groped her bare ass, he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear either. No underwear under her skirt all this time. She was going to kill him with horniness.

His dick was already free and she was pumping with her hand as she dug out a condom from the side of the door.

“I don’t have the lotion in here.” She was saying. Rick could barely concentrate. Casey took him in her, pressing his cock into her wet pussy and moving herself up and down. Up and down –three times and then she was off him again. His dick was officially slick and she slid the condom on without a hitch. He was back in her before he knew it, herastsasts bobbing in front of him –hypnotic. He had to lick her, to taste her pebbled nipples and hear her moan louder.

Casey wasn’t much for talk after she got going. She was so hot and wet Rick could feel the condom sliding, rolling up, rolling off.

“Shit.” He pulled back from her breasts and tried to reach down to adjust the condom.

“Fuck it.” Casey pulled herself up so he was just barely out of her. She reached between, stroked his shaft, and took the condom the rest of the way off. “Feels better this way anyway.”

He was back inside her, the heat, the wetness all the more intense around his cock. “Oh my God.” He was saying. She kept the pace fast, steady. Sometimes rolling her hips or arching her back in whatever would feel good for her. She just felt good to him no matter what.

She started sucking his neck, reaching her hands under his shirt and pressing her thumbs against his own nipples, pressing hard when he suckled her hard, and stroking when he licked.

She came hard, clenching him within her. He felt every single muscle in her pussy pulse with ecstasy and it was too much. He pulled out fast and jerked off, shooting himself on her stomach and skirt.

Casey slid down between his legs, just below the dashboard and took his dick into her mouth. She licked his cap and came down, sucking him like a popsicle. He finished coming in her mouth, breathing hard. Casey came up swallowing, bit his neck and licked the mark. Her mark.

“Bed time, stud.”

Rick glanced at the clock in her car. 11:57. The fuck of his life had only lasted 4 minutes. And now his leg was cramping. Casey fished her shirt off the steering wheel and slid it on. She moved back to the driver’s seat once again, buckling up and tuning up her music.

Rick got the hint. She didn’t want to talk. But for now he was too well pleasured to care. He opened his door and stepped out. “Night, Casey.”

“See you tomorrow, Rick. And remember, this never happened.” She drove off with a screech and the pounding of rock.

She’d said the same thing the first time, “Remember, this never happened.”

Like hell it didn’t.