A subtle breeze sweeps through the night air, enough to tickle the thin surface of your skin. The lonely highway is surrounded by thin, leafless trees along the thin road, leaving only two people and their cars to be found.
The young man, Jake, lies back shirtless on D.Va's seafoam green car, with his jeans resting at his ankles. His hair cut down half a level across his scalp, his muscles covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his brownish eyes rolling towards the sky as he draws a deep breath.
D.Va's hooded eyes reflect his in that soothing, mocha color that watches his every wince, and every rise of his chest. Her thin, scarlet-painted lips hug Jake's throbbing shaft in their soft embrace. Fingers glide up and down his inner thighs, causing his whole lower body to shake.
With a quiet pop of her mouth, D.Va frees the glistening shaft from her lips, with it now trickling with her saliva, and marked with her scarlet lipstick. She gently kisses his tip, and chuckles while watching Jake's strained face.
"You haven't looked at me since I started," she teases. "Is my reward not good enough?"
Jake releases another deep breath, and returns his gaze to the smiling D.Va. "No, it's not that. It's just..." His fingers brush back the strands of hair over her forehead and says, "Her mouth already feels great. Looking into your eyes is just too damn sexy," he chuckles. "I don't want to finish right away."
D.Va's eyebrows jump, and her chest grows a bit tighter as her heartbeat rises at his words. For a moment she turns her away, and her firms her grip on Jake's shaft.
"D-Did I say something wrong?"
She shakes her head and immediately smiles at him. "No. You're just even sweeter than I thought you were. First you help out with my car, then you say something like that..."
D.Va begins to crawl over Jake on the hood of the car. She places her palms directly on his bare, warm chest, and plants her lips across his neck. Jake reaches under her shirt, and gently rubs along the delicate skin of her hips.
"I don't see any reason," D.Va whispers between her kisses, "why we both can't have a little reward. Here."
She grabs his forearm, and guides his fingers toward her belt. "Would you mind helping me some more?"
Jake quickly snatches away D.Va's belt out of every belt loop, and drops it onto the grassy floor below. D.Va's jeans now begin to sag, and the lace of her pink panties starts to peer out around her hips.
Jake's throbbing phallus begins to twitch at the sight of her panties, as the instinctual urge to enter her soft womanhood pulses throughout his lower body.
D.Va places a finger atop his burning tip, and pulls back a string of excited precum. Jake nudges D.Va's shoulders forward, and begins to stroke her cleavage with his tongue.
