“You like my stretch?” Cheyenne asked.

“Excuse me?” He looked up and his eyebrows pushed together. She rolled her eyes and pushed his face back into her tight, dripping cunt.

“My limo. You like my limo? You don’t have to answer, just shake that tongue ‘yes’ for me,” she told him.

He twirled, twisted, and whirled his tongue, but tried for a mostly up and down motion for a moment, to put across that he did like her limo. He liked anything she told him to like.

“Good boy. Maybe I’ll let you fuck me in my bed tonight,” she said, patting his head and leaning back to enjoy the ride.