[She knows. She knows it's an awful idea and even if they don't crash, they run the risk of getting pulled over or worse, sharing the road with a trucker who decides to take a peek down into the car next to him. But this is all assuming Angela gives a damn about any of this as she hums a tuneless response to his statement, giving an appearance of consideration as she pulls back.]
So you want me to stop?
[Though she asks, it's not like she waits for an answer before sucking him back between her lips, swallowing him all the way down so it's damn near impossible for him to say yes.]
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So you want me to stop?
[Though she asks, it's not like she waits for an answer before sucking him back between her lips, swallowing him all the way down so it's damn near impossible for him to say yes.]