She moved her hand up my leg. I held my tongue. She narrowed her eyes at me and kept going. She reached mid-thigh. “Yellow,” I warned her. Suddenly, she increased her fucking pace and slid her hand right up onto my crotch, cupping my hard-on. “What the fuck? Why did you go faster?” I nearly growled at her. “I always go faster on yellow…to beat the red light,” she breathed and wet her lips.

