Michael got in the car and headed toward the office, but they weren’t half way down the street before Diane was unzipping his pants and pulling out his stiffening cock.
“It’s much bigger in person,” she said as she stroked it with one hand.
“What happened to being discrete?” Michael asked.
“We’re being discrete,” she said, “as long as you finish before we get to the parking garage.” She leaned over and licked the head of his cock, sliding her tongue along the tip, collecting the precum that had already been produced. “Now pay attention to the road and tell me when we’re getting close.”