Old Enough to Be His Momma’s Sneaky Backseat Ride

That loose tank top gets yanked over her head first thing, revealing stretch-marked tits that’ve seen more summers than this boy has birthdays. She doesn’t even bother with the seatbelt—just climbs across the console, knees sinking into his lap like she belongs there. Thighs squeezing tight around his waist while he fumbles with a bra strap that won’t stay put. Reverse cowgirl in a backseat so small it creaks under their weight, fingers tangled in his hair as she pulls him up for messy kisses between grinds. Her voice is rough from years of smoking and laughing too loud: You’re gonna fuck me proper now—no foreplay needed when you’ve been doing this since Nixon was president.