His gentle movements turn rough, and his fingers urgently find the button to my jeans, and he yanks them down, all with one hand. Holy shit. He forces them to my feet, and I clutch onto the roof to keep my balance He doesn’t swerve the car. Not even as he pushes aside my panties and plunges his fingers into me, filling me instantly. Oh God. This can’t be happening. I’m standing up. Half suspended out of the freaking sunroof.
