Hugo's mind was on fire—not the fun kind, but the "this is how men die" kind. His entire existence right now felt like a bad decision waiting to explode.
'I am playing with FIRE. I am LITERALLY playing with FIRE!'
His grip on the wheel tightened as Erica's hand remained exactly around his cock, her fingers stroking his length and sending dangerous messages to his whole system.
Messages that were definitely not compatible with safe driving!
'I was a damn virgin two weeks ago! Two. Weeks. AGO!'
This was too advanced for him. He had barely leveled up in life. Two weeks ago, he was still a man who respected road safety and had complete control of his brain cells.
Now? Now he was barely functioning!
He wasn't at the level where he could just casually drive while receiving head like some seasoned pro. He was still a rookie!
His ability to multitask while being pleasured was WEAK!