Their surroundings were quiet and secluded, the car - a secret world for the both of them. They could scream, yell in passionate joy and enjoy each other's bodies without fear or favour. It was bubble where Jasmine could let herself go, to try out all the naughty things she had ever wanted to do. Anthony's touch pleased her, thanks to his carnal experiences in his younger days. She found herself getting wetter with every stroke of Anthony's hand on her denim shorts.

Anthony watched as Jasmine reached towards her shorts to pull them down. It was a clear sign to take things to the next level. He helped her pull her shorts off her long, slender legs, noticing a conspicuous wet patch on her pink lacy panties. He felt thirsty and knew the perfect thing to quench his lust.