"Shifting Gears"

As Emma continued to drive, Daniel's mouth was still on her breast, his hands still cupping her skin, and she was lost in a world of desire and pleasure. She glanced down at him, seeing the look of pure bliss on his face, and she knew that he was enjoying every moment of this. His hands were still jiggling her breasts, and his mouth was still sucking on her nipple, sending shivers down her spine. As they drove down the highway, Emma noticed that Daniel's hand had moved, his fingers tracing the edge of her shirt, his thumb brushing against the side of her breast. She felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what he was planning. Daniel's eyes met hers, a mischievous glint in their depths, and Emma knew that she was in for a treat. With a sly smile, Daniel began to move his body, his hips shifting as he positioned himself between her breasts. Emma's eyes widened as she realized what he was doing, and she felt a rush of excitement. Daniel's hands were still on her breasts, jiggling them up and down as he moved his body. As he began to move, Emma felt his penis brush against her skin, and she couldn't help but giggle. Daniel's eyes met hers, and he smiled, his face inches from her breasts. With a slow, sensual movement, Daniel began to move his penis between her breasts, his skin sliding against hers as he jiggled her breasts up and down. The sensation was intense, and Emma felt herself getting lost in the moment. She was driving, but her focus was on Daniel, on the way he was making her feel. The movement of his body was sending shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan with pleasure. Daniel's eyes were locked onto hers, and she could see the desire building in them. As they drove, the tension between them built, their passion growing with every mile. Emma knew they were heading back to her place, and she couldn't wait to see what would happen next. The movement of Daniel's body was hypnotic, and Emma felt herself becoming more and more aroused. The world outside receded, and all that was left was the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of desire and pleasure. Emma's hands were on the wheel, but her body was Daniel's, responding to every touch, every movement. And as they drove, Emma knew that she was ready for whatever came next.