#348063 - As Chris talks about work, and speeds down the corridor, I reach over and unzip his fly, sliding my hand in to stroke his member. His voice hitches for a second, and he leans forward to turn on the radio, some new indie song playing through the car's speakers. He exhales quietly, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.
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