Driving with one hand while the middle finger of the other one stirred around in the slick hotness of Jolyne's pussy, he headed the car out of the parking lot.

"You're a naughty guy," she whispered, moving up closer to him, teasing the tip other tongue into his ear. "But I like naughty guys who do naughty things to my naughty little pussy."

After driving for about five or six minutes, he turned the car into a deserted alley behind an abandoned building. This secluded spot was right in town, yet completely private.

"Wow," she giggled. "You're a busy guy. From the way you drove right over here I can tell you've been here before."

"Does it bother you?" he whispered, screwing his fingers around in her hot, slippery cunt.

"Shit, no," grinned Jolyne, lightly resting her head on the big bulge in the front of his pants. "It means you've had experience and that's what I like."

She could feel his body tensing with excitement when her fingers touched his swollen prick. Tenderly rubbing it through the material, she pressed her soft, bare thigh against his leg.

"Scott," she whispered, wanting to please this handsome football player. "Would you like a blow-job?"

"Are you serious?" he gulped.

"Sure," grinned Jolyne. "I just love to suck cocks."

His mind was almost boggled at the thought of her wet, moist lips sliding up and down over his hard prick. She was so pretty and sexy, and the prospect of her sucking on his cock was driving him wild. The thought of shooting his hot load into the girl's sweet young mouth was making his hard-on throb even more violently in his pants.

"Well," she finally whispered. "Do you want a blow-job or not?"

"Fuck, yes!" he panted.

"Okay," giggled Jolyne. "Thea take all your clothes off."

"Why all of them?"