Despite their clothes still being on, Charles could feel the warm, sticky evidence of Augustine's release beneath him.
His breath hitched, his cheeks flushing as he shifted slightly.
"Umm… umm," he purred, clearing his throat before inhaling deeply. "I… I think I have to step down now," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
Without waiting for Augustine's response, Charles quickly slipped off his lap, stepping out of the car.
His legs wobbled slightly as he made his way toward the towering banyan tree, his pulse still racing from the intensity of the blissful moment.
"Fuck!" Augustine cursed under his breath, sniffing as he adjusted his shorts.
His body still tingled with lingering pleasure, but the heat inside the car was suffocating.
Without bothering to shut the door, he stepped out, inhaling the cool night air.
