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"Five...ish?" he rests his hands on her ass.

Afternoon.

“I can see that,” he chuckles. “When do you have to be home?”

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"I can see that," he chuckles. "When do you have to be home?"

Afternoon.

He reaches down around the side and finds the button to recline his seat. He wraps his arms around her and her holds her to his chest, kissing her slowly.

[noah--puck-blog]

He reaches down around the side and finds the button to recline his seat. He wraps his arms around her and her holds her to his chest, kissing her slowly.

Afternoon.

He smiles up at her and grips her hips hard. “I’m used to being in trouble,” he tells her. He looks down between them and flips up her skirt, rubbing his thumb over the wet spot on her spanx. “I would say we should christen your new car, but…”

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He smiles up at her and grips her hips hard. "I'm used to being in trouble," he tells her. He looks down between them and flips up her skirt, rubbing his thumb over the wet spot on her spanx. "I would say we should christen your new car, but..."

Afternoon.

She grunts, clenching around his finger, the way she was sitting making it more uncomfortable for her to move. However, she sees the camp at the end of the road and almost chants hallelujah. She pulls up to it and turns off the car, crawling over the console and into his lap. “You’re insane, so insane and you’re in so much trouble,” she says kissing him.

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He pushes a finger inside her, but it's a tight fit.

Afternoon.

“Oh my god, Puck… please,” she bites her lip.

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He chuckles and looks around for cops, but keeps moving his finger.

Afternoon.

She squirms in her seat, her foot finding the break in the process, stopping short. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, she takes a deep breath and starts driving once more.

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"Don't kill us," he spreads her wetness around her clit. 

Afternoon.

“Oh my god,” she hisses as her eyes flutter. She makes an effort to keep her eyes on the road, trying to speed up her pace to the old boy scout camp while maintaining a safe pace.

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He pushes her bloomers...spanx...whatever they're called aside and rubs his fingertip along her slit. "Next time you should take these off after practice..."

Afternoon.

“Help you…” she trailed off.

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He pulls her hand back down with his, "you wanna help me down here?"

Afternoon.

“I don’t care where,” he pushes on her left thigh to open her legs more. “Just get there.”

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"I don't care where," he pushes on her left thigh to open her legs more. "Just get  there."

Afternoon.

“Get somewhere,” he growls low in her ear.

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"Get somewhere," he growls low in her ear.

Afternoon.

She tightly grips the steering wheel, biting back a moan. “But—” she stops, biting down harder on her lip.

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"I wanna show you how much I missed you," he rubs harder. 

Afternoon.

“Oh,” she’s caught off guard, shivering slightly. “Puck… I’m driving,” she says, biting her lip, “But I missed you, too.”

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He turns and pushes his hand between her legs, rubbing her. He nips at her earlobe and whispers, "I missed you."

Afternoon.

“Yeah, I know,” she smiles a little fumbling with the radio before slipping on her seatbelt and waiting for him to get his on before driving off and out of the parking lot.

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He quickly gets into the passenger side, afraid she'll leave him there. "It's all I ever think about. You should know that," he chuckles. 

Afternoon.

“I kinda like this town,” he shrugs. “Are we gonna go somewhere and get you naked or…?”

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"I kinda like this town," he shrugs. "Are we gonna go somewhere and get you naked or...?"

Afternoon.

“Because they want me to do stuff! I hate doing stuff,” he kicks at the ground. “It’s good you like your classes though.”

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"Because they want me to do stuff! I hate doing stuff," he kicks at the ground. "It's good you like your classes though."

Afternoon.

“Nobody. How was your day?” she asks.

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"It fucking sucked. I hate everyone. You?" he looks over at her.

Afternoon.

“Nobody. How was your day?” she asks.