Writer's dilemma

Jenna was moaning out her pleasure, an orgasm feeling like it was about to wash over her. Every time her eyelashes fluttered open, she saw Jason's face, jaw clenched as he grinded against her, his cock hard against her thigh. She whimpered as she heard the growl and hiss of his voice telling her that he was gonna cum.

And suddenly, he was kissing her and moving her panties aside, whispering that he was going to fuck her right in the cab. Her eyes widened in shock as he slipped his hard cock against her slick pussy lips and she struggled to get a hand against the seat of the cab, trying to pull away. The drunken haze made it difficult for her to make words, groaning at the feel of his cock head against her clit. "Jason, I--

"We're here!" the cab driver said with a cough, apparently satisfied that he had racked up enough of a bill for the two on the meter. "I get call, I have pick-up far away." he grunted. Jenna breathed out a sigh of relief, her fingers scraping against the cab seat. She was drunk as all hell, but definitely not drunk enough to lose her virginity to Jason in a moving cab.
 
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