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"Shit, how far are we?”
“Twenty minutes. Less without the traffic. More, if the roads don’t thin out.”
Jean groaned and fought the urge to grasp his dick over his clothes. He bounced his leg to rid himself of some of the tension and it barely helped. His bladder was screaming at him to find a toilet, and soon.