She hesitated, the loyalty to her 'boss' fighting against the overwhelming surge of the Pleasure skill. I started moving again, not the slow strokes from before, but deep, powerful thrusts that made her tits bounce in front of my face. I leaned in and sucked hard on one of her dark nipples, swirling my tongue around the hardening bud while pounding her with a relentless pace.
"Ahh! Shit… He… he doesn't tell me the code!" she moaned, her head thrashing from side to side. "I swear to God he doesn't!"
"But someone knows it," I said, thrusting harder, the car rocking visibly now. "A man like Brok doesn't handle everything alone. Who else knows how to open that safe, Kayleen?"
I poured more oil directly onto her clit and rubbed it in fast, buzzing circles. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, echoing in the small, confined space of the car. I could feel her getting right to the edge for the third time, her body a high-tension wire.
"I… I can't—"
